But as long as there is war, civilians—powerless as they are—will always be the casualties under the shadow of conflict, and death is inevitable. Mo Yan could only pray that the soldiers of Great Chu could be strong enough to hold the Bai people at Shanhaiguan.
She didn't know how long the war would last; in her dream, it had gone on for several months, until the weather warmed up in the spring, and the Bai people, having suffered countless deaths and injuries due to the desperate resistance of the Great Chu soldiers, had no choice but to withdraw from the lands of Great Chu and return to the great plains.
No matter how much she sympathized with those innocents caught in the vortex of war, Mo Yan knew there wasn't much she could do. In her previous life, she could have donated money, goods, or food. In this era, however, with inconvenient transportation and communication, even that was not possible.
