Bakari awoke with a sore body the morning after the massacre. All around him were dead bodies, some were torn apart by bullets, others were blasted into shreds by the mortar fire. The huts that once made up his village were smouldering ruins. He rose from his lying position with a headache. After all, he had suffered severe head trauma during the attack.
He could hardly believe his eyes when he witnessed the destruction that had taken place. This wasn't a battle, it was a slaughter. You see, the African tribes played at war; they launched raids here and there, a little of rape and slavery now and then. But with Berengar's arrival, he had brought with him a new form of warfare, and that was total war.
