In the midsummer season, the scorching sunlight poured down unrestrained, as if Han City was placed inside a giant steamer. The air was filled with suffocating heat, the trees along the street drooped their branches languidly, and even the cicadas seemed to chirp feebly due to the intense heat.
The ground was scorching hot, stepping on it felt like the soles of one's shoes were about to melt.
On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, the pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the scent of blood, wantonly spread in the sweltering air. The shouts of soldiers and the clashing of weapons intertwined, composing a brutal war symphony.
Takeda Sanroku, a renowned fierce general among the samurai, maneuvered through the smoke and flames of the battlefield.
