The battlefield, a desolate land, was shrouded in thick smoke. The sounds of soldiers fighting, the scraping of swords against flesh, and the pervasive stench of blood kept everyone on edge.
Xu Yuehuai stood at the front of the formation, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword tightly. Her heartbeat was in sync with the rhythm of the war drums, each beat reminding her that there was no turning back on this battlefield, only advancing bravely.
Xu Yuehuai knew she couldn't back down. Qi Guze must be fighting fiercely somewhere, shedding blood for the future of the country and the nation.
She took a deep breath; the air was thick with the smell of smoke and blood—the smell of a battlefield.
She gripped the sword hilt tightly, feeling the coldness and hardness of the blade. It was a familiar sensation, a comforting sense of security.
With Xu Yuehuai's arrival, the situation on the battlefield began to change. Her swordsmanship was sharp and precise, catching the enemy off guard with every attack.
She was like a bolt of lightning, leaving a dazzling trail on the battlefield. She charged into battle relentlessly, proving her resolve through her actions.
However, the cruelty of war far exceeded her imagination. She watched as soldiers around her fell one by one, blood and flesh flying everywhere, screams echoing all around. Every clash of swords was like sparks flying from colliding metal, and every charge was a battle between life and death.
Xu Yuehuai's heart was filled with grief and anger, but she knew this was not the time to be weak. She had to persevere, for the fallen comrades, for the brothers still fighting, and to find Qi Guze as soon as possible.
Her swordsmanship became even more ferocious, each attack imbued with boundless rage and sorrow. Throughout the battle, Xu Yuehuai relentlessly pushed her limits. Her physical strength was nearly exhausted, but her will continued to burn. She knew that as long as she had a breath left, she could not give up.
Her heart was gripped by a tearing pain, but she knew she couldn't be weak, couldn't back down, and couldn't let Qi Guze face all of this alone.
Suddenly, a cold arrow shot towards Xu Yuehuai. She felt a sharp pain from her shoulder, and blood stained her clothes.
But she didn't stop; she just frowned and pressed her left hand tightly against the wound.
A resolute glint flashed in her eyes—a testament to her unwavering pursuit of survival and victory.
Xu Yuehuai gritted her teeth and continued her charge. Her swordsmanship became even more ruthless and decisive, each swing taking a life.
Under her leadership, the soldiers' morale soared; they shouted, fought, and advanced.
During lulls in the fighting, Xu Yuehuai kept searching for Qi Guze. She finally spotted him on a hilltop. He was riding a warhorse, brandishing a long spear, leading his soldiers in a charge.
His eyes were resolute and bloodthirsty, as if nothing could shake his conviction.
Xu Yuehua felt a warmth in her heart. She knew that she and Qi Guze shared the same beliefs and goals: the peace and tranquility of the country.
She secretly vowed that no matter the cost, she would strive for this goal.
The battle lasted a full day, the setting sun casting a golden glow across the battlefield. Finally, the clamor of war subsided, leaving only the sound of a gentle breeze rustling across the land.
Qi Guze, the valiant general, led his soldiers to victory. Their cheers were deafening, echoing like thunder in every corner.
Qi Guze rode his warhorse across the battlefield and stood before Xu Yuehuai. He looked at her, his eyes gleaming with victory. Xu Yuehuai stood there, her heart filled with satisfaction and pride.
She looked at the exhausted but honored soldiers, their faces beaming with the joy of victory.
Amidst the ruins of the battlefield, Qi Guze embraced Xu Yuehuai tightly. His eyes were filled with gratitude and respect: "Thank you, Yuehuai. Your actions have given me even more motivation."
Xu Yuehuai smiled gently: "We're in this together, Gu Ze. No matter what happens, I'll be by your side."
Their eyes met, as if they had become one in that instant. Amidst the smoke of war, their love was tempered and elevated, becoming even more resilient and profound.
"We won," Qi Guze said softly, his voice filled with exhaustion and emotion.
Xu Yuehua nodded and smiled, saying, "Yes, we won. We paid a huge price in this war, but we ultimately triumphed."
They stood on the battlefield, watching the soldiers celebrate their victory. At that moment, Xu Yuehuai felt a peace she had never known before. Although war brings endless pain and sacrifice, it also forges people's will and courage.
She firmly believes that they will become stronger and braver after this war.
Qi Guze patted her shoulder and said softly, "We won this war, but we also lost too much. We must cherish all of this, cherish our lives and peace."
Xu Yuehua nodded; she knew Qi Guze was right. This war, though brutal, had also strengthened and deepened their bond.
She smiled wearily but with relief; at that moment, all the effort and sacrifice had been worthwhile.
The soldiers' cheers still echoed in their ears as the last rays of the setting sun gradually disappeared into the night. Xu Yuehuai and Qi Guze remained tightly embraced, their hearts filled with hope and unwavering faith in the future.
They knew that this war was just a fleeting moment in the long river of history, but their courage and determination would be forever etched in people's hearts.
As night fell, countless stars began to twinkle in the sky. Xu Yuehuai and Qi Guze stood on the battlefield, their eyes meeting. In that moment, their hearts seemed to connect.
“Things here have been mostly resolved,” Qi Guze said softly. “I’ll have someone take you away from the battlefield in a bit. You should go back to our child’s side first.”
Xu Yuehuai held his hand tightly, her eyes shining with determination. "No, I want to stay here with you."
"Since I'm here, I have no intention of leaving now."
They stood there, hand in hand, gazing at the starry sky.
On the battlefield engulfed in flames, Qi Guze's eyes were cold and resolute. He suddenly turned around and slammed his fist into Xu Yuehuai beside him.
Caught completely off guard, Xu Yuehuai instantly lost consciousness and collapsed onto the blood-stained ground.
"Take her away!" Qi Guze coldly ordered, his voice devoid of any emotion.
His men acted immediately, gently lifting Xu Yuehuai and quickly leaving the battlefield.
Inside the jolting carriage, Xu Yuehuai slowly opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing with pain, and she tried hard to recall what had happened before. Her memories gradually became clearer, like fragmented images.
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