The blazing sun was so scorching that it made people uncomfortable.
Heatwaves blew in wave after wave, mixed with an extremely strong scent of blood.
Old Black Liu wiped the sweat off his forehead; his helmet had been heated to the point of burning, but he didn't have the luxury of worrying about it. Instead, he stared tensely into the distance at the billowing dust clouds rolling towards them.
"Is this the thirteenth Chu invader army that's come?"
Next to him, his fellow townsman, Gao Shan Liu, nudged him in the arm with his elbow and asked aloud.
"Yeah, the thirteenth," Old Black Liu replied.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry and hot, but that discomfort was nothing compared to the agitation and fear in his heart.
"I heard that yesterday the camp stationed by the San Qing regiment outside the city was breached by the newly arrived Chu invader army. Not a single person from the entire camp made it back."
