The dark clouds obscured the sun, casting a dim and gloomy light. The blood stained the ground, rendering the city walls dark red and slippery. The shouts of the Samurais resounded loudly, almost shattering the clouds. Meanwhile, the "rumble" of the cannons intermittently roared, with flames, smoke, and lives, marking the moments of brutal martial prowess!
"Boom boom boom!..."
The war drums beat more urgently, like the call of the Chief Divine. The Mexica Warriors, holding their shields, patiently waited a dozen steps away from the city walls. Meanwhile, thousands of Alliance militia risked the arrows and javelins from the city towers, arduously setting up tall ladders that hooked onto the top of Tree Snake City, only to be knocked down like weeds by the Defending Army. They rushed towards the flames like moths, using their lives to exhaust the city's stock of lime grenades, just to pave the final stretch of road for the Samurais' attack on the Divine Kingdom.
