Three days later, Rèn Guāngbì looked at the city before him—completely engulfed in the flames of war and reduced to ruins—and felt a twinge of sorrow in his heart.
Although, as enemies in the truest sense, they were the aggressors to these people, Rèn Guāngbì still held the utmost respect from the bottom of his heart for those who had fought to the death until swallowed by the overwhelming roar of artillery.
This country still had its heroes; there were always those who tried to stand up and turn the tide when their nation was in decline.
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