An old proverb stated that mercy had no place in command, just as charity had no place in commerce. This didn't literally mean that kind and merciful people were unfit for military leadership. Instead, it used a metaphor unique to the Huaxia language to highlight the cruel reality of war.
Bloodshed, pain, and sacrifice. The wails and screams of the wounded echoed through the air.
Walking through the mostly secured battlefield, Su Mo swept his gaze across the area and felt a profound sense of awe. Strictly speaking, this offensive and defensive battle was the first time since arriving in the wasteland that he had truly participated in combat and felt the threat of death.
