"We really don't need to keep fighting like this." The young soldier said as he struggled to move his body, trying to find a slightly safer cover.
This is really too cramped. The hastily constructed barricade is practically a foul-smelling garbage heap. The smell is bad enough, but the space to hide people is pitifully small. There is muddy water here, as well as debris and broken bricks, burst sandbags, and of course all kinds of household waste.
"Isn't the Tang Empire said to treat prisoners well? Why don't we surrender?" His voice trembled slightly, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, filled with despair.
He painfully lifted his head, gazing at the distant, crumbling building that was once their stronghold, but now a nightmare in their hearts.
Fear wrapped around his heart like a cold serpent, suffocating him. He gripped his rifle tightly, with sweat soaking his palm, aware of the danger he was in with the cold metal.
