This battle lasted from sunrise to sunset.
Both sides occupied their respective positions, with evenly matched forces, both deploying elite troops, as if eager to unleash the accumulated grievances from skirmishes during the ceasefire.
The soldiers' morale was high, and the fighting was fierce.
The air was thick with the smell of blood, and the horizon seemed dyed crimson by the sunset glow...
The setting sun sank behind the West Mountain...
Night was falling.
Yet neither side appeared to have any intention of pausing or regrouping. The sound of drums echoed relentlessly, turning the entire battlefield at Suo Yue Ridge into a hellish inferno.
"Your Majesty, the enemy is intensifying their offensive."
"Your Majesty, Pei Jue is still mobilizing more troops!"
The scout's hoarse voice, like a broken bell, reached them.
Xiao Cheng pulled his cloak tighter and walked to the edge of the cliff.
He stood midway up the mountain, where the wind was strong.
