Chapter 370: Chrysanthemum War II (11)
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The morning of the 6th month and the 28th day of the year 1512 on the continental calendar had dawned.
On this day, the soon-to-be-clear sky will be forced once again to witness the events that will unfold on the surface.
The blood that will cover the earth that had become humid due to the summer rain. The metallic sound of studded shields colliding against one another. People refer to this as a slaughter, war, and tragedy.
However, no single word would be able to describe the scene that will be witnessed today.
Thirty thousand men were going to die today. Individuals utterly oblivious of the situation will be murdered and will also commit murder. No responsibility will be taken here. People are more than capable of slitting the throats of others with no remorse.
How will historians describe this?
What will they write in the history books utilizing their fancy language and writing?
At most, this was the ugly instinct of people. They will gloomily sing about tragedy if the war doesn’t end, and they will record things as if the bravery, wit, and fortune of some are the only things that are special.