Thick smoke billows across the battlefield like a torn piece of cloth shredded by a giant beast, obscuring the skies.
The dark gray clouds hang low and oppressive, devouring the already scarce sunlight, plunging this desolate land into deeper despair.
Deafening explosions occur incessantly, resembling a beast's roar that causes Li Rui's heart to tremble each time; the sharp staccato of machine gun fire pierces the air, bullets whistling like the whisper of death; the cries of the wounded, intermittent, painful, and desperate, add a chilling tragedy to this inferno-like scene; all the sounds weave together into a chaotic, cruel, and terrifying symphony of death.
"Damn it, can't these damned bastards just surrender?" A Tang Army soldier muttered through clenched teeth, his voice filled with anger.
At his feet lay a deceased Elf Soldier, with a pointed ear barely visible beneath the M35 Steel Helmet that covered his face.
