One hour before the bloody and fiery curtain, everything was developing towards that merciless track along the fixed cruel trace. In such a dilemma, everybody was exerting their full effort.
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Sharba was holding tightly his short sword and following the other pioneers with stiff and tense footsteps onto the battle field.
The handle of his short sword was wrapped with a rough cloth strip. At this moment, the cloth strip had been soaked by Sharba's sweat. Therefore, it felt smooth in hand.
Before going to the battle field, Sharba drank up all of his drinking water.
Since this tunnel completely collapsed along with a terrifying earthquake last week, all the pioneers were sent in a terrifying and despairing situation.
