After the great battle, white flags were raised in the open fields outside the city, and the flamen recited the memorial texts in a melancholic tone. The fluttering white flags seemed to echo the readings, while the surviving soldiers stomped their feet forcefully, chanting softly along with the rhythm of the flamen's recitation.
This was the first time Su Xinyi had experienced such a scene. The northern wind carried the unique desolation of the border city, and the battlefield still bore the remnants of blood and devastation from the war. The rolling white flags made a rustling sound, and as she looked up, an eagle cried out from the high azure sky within the white clouds.
The sadness of bidding farewell to comrades, the grief, the confusion, and the fear for the future all seemed to be drifting away at this moment.
Consolation offered to the soul helped calm the heart gradually.
