On the riverbank, the withered yellow reeds quivered in the breeze, the slender leaves rustling against each other, adding to the desolation and sorrow of the atmosphere. In the distance, a few solitary trees stood crookedly, their dried branches like emaciated arms stretching towards the gray sky, seemingly praying in despair for something, or awaiting a hint of hope.
To a certain extent, the Taihe River divided the region, the flowing riverbank resembling a natural barrier, forming a solid defense line against foreign invasion, safeguarding the peace of this land.
However, at this moment, the river seemed like a giant beast lying across the path, becoming a massive obstacle to the army's movement, forcing everyone to ponder carefully the thorny and perilous problem of crossing the river for battle and seeking a possible breakthrough.
