Covered in blood and severely wounded, he understood that he might soon be bidding farewell to the battlefield.
Beneath the rising morning sun, he looked exceptionally exhausted and fragile. Even as he sat on a wooden crate, his body swayed with the ocean's waves. At that moment, a deputy general hurried over with a worried look.
He had just been ordered to clean up the battlefield and deal with the Persians struggling in the water.
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