C1385 Under three swords

A cool breeze blew across the ground, stirring up the dust on the ground and filling it with the thick smell of blood.

Who knew how many people had died?

Situ Xiaoying's body was covered in blood. A few veterans approached her, wanting to send her away from the battlefield.

"I'm not leaving."

She tightly gripped her heavy longsword and let out a sad laugh