The smoke of war rolled across the earth like a thick, heavy haze, pressing down so suffocatingly upon people's hearts that it was hard to draw a breath.
By now, the war had reached its third day, and the scene on the battlefield was utterly harrowing.
Wrecks littered the landscape, blood stained the earth a startling crimson, and severed limbs lay scattered everywhere, silently testifying to the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. Outside the camp, the enemy forces flaunted their might, shouting arrogant taunts and challenges whose sound, like rolling thunder, felt gratingly harsh in the quiet dawn. Their jeers brimmed with contempt and mockery for the army of Daxia, stirring a blazing fury in anyone who heard them.
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