The setting sun gradually sets in the west, its afterglow casting a layer of pale yellow over the earth, diffusing across the sky.
The woods outside Linhuan Pass have become sparse and desolate, bereft of their past prosperity.
The distant mountains have disappeared into the faint mist, where once there was laughter and joy, now it has become a distant loss.
As night falls, quiet descends over the area outside Linhuan Pass.
Only the occasional rustle of wind-blown leaves and the friction of dragging corpses occasionally tear through the desolate evening.
The great battle has ended, leaving behind this desolate battlefield.
The Great Shang army has retreated a hundred li, returning to their camp.
No troops from Linhuan Pass pursued them, allowing them to leave.
Both sides sent soldiers to clear the remnants of the battlefield, carrying the corpses of their comrades and discarded weapons aside.
