Their figures moved swiftly across the battlefield, each charge like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable.
"Kill them—!"
"Take down the allied forces of the three nations!"
"Cut off Qi Guze's head! Use it as a sacrifice for our fallen brothers!"
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The Song Emperor stood at the front line, clad in armor, holding a long sword, his gaze piercing. His aura was imposing and chilling, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.
He continuously brandished his longsword, directing the Moon Guards in battle. His voice was firm and powerful, commanding respect.
On the other side, Qi Guze's allied forces from the three kingdoms were equally formidable. Clad in various types of armor and wielding a variety of weapons, they engaged in fierce combat with the Moon Guards. Their movements were agile and ruthless, each attack brimming with power.
In this battle, every charge and every life-or-death struggle tested the soldiers' courage and faith.
But no matter how great the difficulties and dangers they encountered, they never retreated or gave up. Their eyes were fixed only on the enemy ahead and on the belief in victory.
On the battlefield, there was a unique figure: the Ghost Doctor. He wore a long black robe and held a long silver needle. He constantly moved across the battlefield, attacking the enemy with his unique methods. His expression was focused and calm, as if no difficulty could shake him.
The Moon Guards and Emperor Song displayed astonishing courage and determination on the battlefield. Their bravery and resolve inspired the entire army and the people.
Under their leadership, the army of the Dark Moon Kingdom gradually regained its morale and fighting spirit, and launched a fierce battle.
In this fierce battle, the warriors of the Dark Moon Kingdom displayed distinctly different expressions, movements, and fighting styles, creating a vivid and awe-inspiring scene.
The first thing that catches the eye are the warriors with ferocious expressions. Their faces are filled with savagery and cruelty, as if they want to unleash all their anger and hatred on their enemies.
They wielded heavy weapons, each attack carrying the force of a thunderbolt, as if intent on crushing the enemy in one fell swoop. A cold light gleamed in their eyes, as if they had forgotten the fragility and preciousness of life; only battle and victory were their sole pursuits.
In stark contrast to these ferocious warriors were those with solemn expressions.
They carefully evaded the enemy's attacks, searching for an opportunity to counterattack. Their movements were light and agile, as if they were performing a graceful dance. Their eyes revealed wisdom and courage; they knew that on this brutal battlefield, only by remaining calm and composed could they survive.
However, some soldiers, already severely wounded, continued to fight. Their bodies were covered in wounds and blood, but they gritted their teeth and persevered, unwilling to give up.
Although their movements had become slow and labored, their eyes were filled with determination and unwavering resolve. They knew that as long as they had a breath left, they would not let the enemy succeed.
On this battlefield, the sound of clashing weapons was deafening. Every clash of swords and blades produced a deafening roar, as if proclaiming to the heavens and earth the warriors' courage and determination.
The neighing of warhorses rose and fell, cheering on the warriors. The roars of the soldiers and the screams of the wounded mingled together, creating a breathtaking scene.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, a smell that made one feel suffocated.
But the soldiers seemed to have gotten used to the smell, and they charged forward without fear, engaging in a fierce battle with the enemy.
On this battlefield, only the brave and the resilient can survive.
Besides the soldiers, there are also support personnel silently contributing on the battlefield. Some are responsible for transporting the wounded, some for providing material support, and others for observing enemy movements and relaying intelligence.
Although they did not participate in combat directly like the soldiers, their contributions were equally important and great.
The battle lasted a long time, and the soldiers were exhausted. However, they continued to fight relentlessly, knowing that they could not give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope.
On this brutal battlefield, only perseverance and faith can lead them to victory.
The Ghost Doctor's figure moved across the battlefield like a fleeting phantom. His eyes were firm and profound, as if he had seen through the mysteries of life and death. Whenever he saw a wounded soldier, a deep sense of compassion and determination would flash in his eyes.
The silver needles in his hands gleamed coldly on the battlefield, each swing like a magical spell.
The wounds that had been bleeding profusely healed rapidly under his silver needles, and the pain vanished instantly. The soldiers looked at him with eyes full of awe and gratitude.
"Ghost Doctor, you are truly our savior!" an injured soldier exclaimed excitedly.
The Ghost Doctor smiled slightly, his expression calm: "This is what I should do, for the peace of our country and the safety of our people."
His voice was calm yet powerful, possessing a magical quality that could soothe the fear and unease in the soldiers' hearts. His presence was like a solid shield, enabling the soldiers to fight on with even greater determination.
On the battlefield, the Ghost Doctor not only heals the soldiers' physical wounds, but also provides them with tremendous spiritual support and encouragement.
He kept a close eye on the soldiers' emotional changes. If he noticed that someone was feeling down or had lost confidence, he would immediately go over and encourage them with a gentle tone and a firm look in his eyes.
"Don't be afraid, we will definitely win this battle!" His words were full of conviction and determination.
As the soldiers listened to his words, their fear and unease gradually dissipated, replaced by a strong fighting spirit and confidence. They knew that with the Ghost Doctor by their side, they had the greatest protection and support.
As the battle raged on, the Ghost Doctor grew increasingly busy. He constantly moved across the battlefield, using his miraculous silver needles to heal the warriors' wounds. His figure was like a ray of light, illuminating the warriors' path forward.
As night falls and the battlefield is brightly lit, the Ghost Doctor remains steadfast on the front lines. His eyes gleam with unwavering resolve, as if to say, "As long as one warrior needs healing, I will not leave!"
The soldiers looked at him, their hearts overflowing with respect and gratitude. They knew that the Ghost Doctor was not only their savior, but also their pillar of strength.
In this battle, the Ghost Doctor's role was immeasurable. He not only healed the warriors' physical wounds with his miraculous silver needles, but also provided them with tremendous spiritual support through his unwavering faith and warm words.
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