The battle formations bite into each other, banners clash with banners.
The soldiers of Xiang and Xu countries are entangled in a melee, making it difficult to distinguish friend from foe.
Every moment someone falls, a saber ends a life, a head concludes a chapter of a person's life.
This is not a day, this is not two days.
In just seven days, the frontline troops have been replenished seventeen times!
The core battlefield is always on a scale of nearly a hundred thousand people. There is always someone falling, always someone filling in.
Continuously, filling with blood and souls.
What kind of war is this?
For the geniuses of Qi and Jing, this is a relatively cruel competitive game, or rather, a large-scale military exercise to hone the military skills of both sides.
But for Xiang and Xu countries... this is war.
War cannot be more brutal or real.
It is a war that causes vibrant lives to wither.
Painful wails, furious roars, clashing metal...
