The wind and sand were relentless on the day the great army began its march. Meng Mingyue, her eyes swollen like walnuts, had been carried onto the carriage while still fast asleep. She felt the harshness of the sunlight through her daze, but having not slept for an entire night, she was too exhausted to wake. A reassuring scent lingered at the tip of her nose—she knew it was the distinct, familiar smell of her father.
From the end of summer to the depths of autumn, despite the exhaustion of the long journey, the spirits of the soldiers remained high. They had long yearned to return to their hometowns, and for every soldier, returning in triumph was the highest honor. They did not need the approval of others; they only sought to have a clear conscience. They had brushed past the blades of the enemy countless times, and to them, dying on the battlefield for their country would have been a fitting end.
The streets of the Capital were packed with people, all cheering and rejoicing to welcome home their heroes. The peaceful and happy lives they led today were inseparable from the soldiers fighting on the front lines.
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