Chapter 398: The Final Battle of the Land of Abundance (13)

The setting sun had already fallen into the western plains, and the bright moon had risen above the Longquan Mountains. The sky and the earth were hazy, and the white linen on the helmets of the Han army soldiers undulated in pieces, like snowflakes falling on the sea. In the dim and pale light, a large ball of fire would occasionally burst out from the front, and with a "boom", it was the sound of artillery fire. The rows of muskets flashed, and in an instant they were brighter than the stars in the sky.