Days turn into weeks, and the sun continues its relentless journey across the sky, casting its harsh light upon the fortress. Within the confines of his cell, Liang's isolation becomes a breeding ground for the disdain and contempt of his fellow soldiers. As the sun reaches its peak, with soldiers visiting Liang, their expressions filled with scorn and their words laced with animosity.
The sound of heavy footsteps reverberates through the narrow corridor, signaling the arrival of yet another soldier. The door to Liang's cell creaks open, and a group of soldiers enter, their eyes fixed upon the fallen commander. Their gazes are filled with disdain, their expressions hardened by the weight of their judgment.
"Damn it, look at him," one soldier mutters, his voice dripping with contempt. "A disgrace to the uniform. I curse his ancestors for birthing such a traitor."
