The burning wreckage of cargo could be seen everywhere. Like piles of dying bonfires still locked in a desperate struggle, some were still billowing dense, black smoke, and that acrid, suffocating stench permeated the air like the breath of a demon, so brazenly thick it nearly made people gag, stinging their eyes until they watered.
The wooden crates, originally used to store various supplies and bearing the hopes of livelihood and commercial exchange, were now stained with blood. Under the dim, candlelight-like glow, the blood on the planks took on an eerie, dark red, standing like silent court historians wordlessly recounting the life-and-death battles that had just taken place here, recording every figure who had fought bitterly in blood for justice and the defense of peace.
Amidst this ruins, which looked as though they had been trampled by the beast of war, Liang Song, He Chenguang, and Wang Luoran supported one another, struggling to stand tall.
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