1770, the first day of September

In the afternoon, the sun is shining.

Wisps of blue-black gunsmoke slowly rose on the training ground on the outskirts of the town of Figari as the gunfire rang out, turning a large expanse of pure pale blue sky into a hazy gray black.

This training ground was originally a large patch of green grass and lush grass, but under the trampling of more than 10,000 soldiers day and night, it has long since become a bare sandy and muddy field.

Jas

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