Accompanied by the shouts of rushing to the battlefield, the Yu State soldiers felt arrows whistling past their ears, swords and spears clashing, screams rising all around, blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Arrows like a torrential rain pierced through battle armor and uniforms, splattering blood in the air as soldiers' heads rolled to the ground.
The entire wilderness was filled with a dense mass of soldiers, surging forward like a tide, accompanied by hoarse shouts.
Both sides' soldiers constantly swung their blood-stained weapons, large numbers of soldiers fell dead in pools of flowing blood, the sounds of fighting and the clash of metal resounding in the sky and earth.
Chen Mo's troops gained the initiative, descending like divine soldiers, morale high, while the Yu State army, having marched long from Zhuima City, was exhausted, and now ambushed, their morale plunged.
Their depletion was our gain.
Chen Mo's troops held the upper hand.
