The perspective sweeps across the river.
The once rushing waters of the river now appear unusually heavy, with countless bodies floating on the surface.
Some are bleached white by the river water.
Some still maintain their battle postures, as if they are still charging.
A cap with a red star drifts with the current, and the young face beneath it looks no more than sixteen or seventeen.
On the shore.
A few shallow banks have been piled into "human dykes" by bodies.
Dozens of soldiers' bodies are stacked behind defensive works, and there are so many that they exceed the height of the fortifications.
Brutal.
Extremely brutal.
It's even indescribable, with the murky river water dyed a dark red; one can only imagine how many soldiers fell here.
The scene shifts to the riverside.
The sky has not yet darkened, and a group of ragged villagers quietly watch here, only a few daring ones stepping forward after a lengthy observation.
After confirming there are no enemy soldiers.
