章 395: Hanging on a Thread

_Leizhou, Tanmu County._

An originally unattractive, humble, and small city became the hotspot of the entire Battle of Leizhou.

Overnight, the small city that could be considered prosperous swiftly fell apart due to war. Death floated in the air, and the busy commercial streets became a wasteland.

The clean stone floors had become dirty and chipped, smudged with puddles of blood. In the drains at both sides, bodies had piled up. The faces of the deceased were simply covered up without a proper burial.

The fire had burned down the shop walls that had carvings and paintings. Parts of the buildings had collapse and smoke from the embers bellowed.

All this scenery described the cruelty of war.

Under the orange setting sun, Caogui stood on the city wall, his eyebrows tightly locked.

A full day and night of attacking.

The south side Shanhai Army, who were trapped in the streets, still stood strong. They were resolute like a mountain.