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夜间护眼模式已默认开启 大字号 · 宽行距,适合沉浸式阅读
" screamed a soldier, clutching his chest, blood pouring from his mouth. My heart pounded as I rushed to his side, the sounds of chaos filling the air. The battle was escalating, and the enemy was overwhelming us. "Kill them all!" bellowed a voice, an impatient one that commanded attention. I turned to see the person speaking, my stomach tightening. It was him. The infamous General Feng, the one who had taken everything from me. I gripped my sword tighter, determination hardening my face. I wouldn't let him win, not after everything I had been through. I would fight, I would kill, I would survive at his expense. The battle raged on, each side fighting with ruthless determination. I dodged and weaved through the enemy lines, my blade finding its mark in more than one instance. I felt a sense of power I had never experienced before, a thrill that sent shivers down my spine. Then, I heard a shout from behind me. Turning around, I saw that the enemy was closing in. I had to act fast.