The darkness before dawn was torn to shreds by the crimson blood and blazing fire.
The piercing cold wind, carrying frozen blood clots, burning grass ash, and a thick, unshakeable stench of iron and blood, lashed fiercely against every exhausted and ferocious face.
Outside Canglang City, corpses lay piled high, and broken weapons were planted obliquely in the frozen, blood-soaked mud like cruel thorns growing from the earth.
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