Chapter 921
The battle commenced at dawn and lasted until noon, with buckets of rain pouring from the skies and rivers of blood underfoot. Wangchuankou, long parched, now welcomed a rare and much-needed rain.
Beyond and within the breach, corpses piled high like mountains. So-called mountains of bodies and seas of blood were not an exaggeration. A mere glimpse might cause any ordinary person to retch in disgust. Yet, soldiers on both sides charged forth under such harrowing pressure.
Battlefields, indeed, cannot be fathomed by the ordinary mind.
Qi Jiguang stood atop a platform, wielding the Blood Flag as a signal: advance, retreat, charge at the left flank, cover the right... The command reached the generals, who passed it down to their squads, and then to every soldier.
