Chapter 19: The Eve
The elderly man Bai Li silently recited poems in his heart, closed his eyes, and fell into memories.
One hundred thousand soldiers traveled far to the extreme south. Before leaving, each of them left a farewell letter at home. They never thought they would return alive.
The battle at Zhen Ling Pass between the two sides lasted for three days and three nights. Looking from afar, the ground was covered in a river of blood and corpses.
Before the soldiers in the front line died, in order to resist the charge of the Garuda’s with their flesh and blood, they inserted blades into their own feet and fixed their bodies on the ground, becoming human shields for the soldiers behind them.
In this way, they advanced one after another and eventually drove the Garuda back to Mount Tianling.
The words “tragic” and “fierce” were not enough to describe the situation at that time. What did it mean for less than a hundred soldiers to return out of a hundred thousand?
Bai Li picked up a blank scroll with poetry written on it and couldn’t help sighing, “If we had this poem back then, so many people wouldn’t have died. Young man, what is the name of this poem?”
Qin Feng pondered for a moment and replied, “Elder, you can name the poem.”
“Alright, let’s call this poem ‘Zhen Ling Pass’!” As soon as Bai Li’s voice fell, he waved his sleeves, and the brush in Qin Feng’s hand immediately flew into the old man’s hand.