In the morning, when the sun rises, you can only see people. Iron ice, the light is so cold and merciless.

"kill me!"

"Purple country invincible!"

in a moment, the two sounds are surging. The shaking world loses color, the wind is moving and the clouds are surging. Hundreds of miles of dust are flying. You can't see who is going to do it. It's just the fall of soldiers and the surge of soldiers. You can't see how the blood comes out. Then within a quarter of an hour, you can taste the pungent smell of blood. It's salty and fishy. It makes people lose all their senses and...