It's dawning.

It was supposed to be the sunshine, but the smoke of gunpowder gave the sky a gray coat.

"Stomp, stomp."

The Mongol troops outside the city stepped on some muddy ground and frantically rushed towards the Xi'an city wall not far away, not because it had rained recently.

The mud on the ground was a mixture of blood and flesh.

The sticky and disgusting feeling of stepping on it almost makes people go crazy.

But it's still on the battlefield

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