The battlefield was a sea of chaos—clashing steel, bloodied corpses, and the cries of dying men filled the air. Ryousuke rode at the front, his crimson armor already smeared with the blood of his enemies. The ground beneath them was treacherous, churned up by hooves and bodies alike. His men fought valiantly, cutting through enemy lines with precision, but something was wrong. The enemy was retreating too easily.
His lieutenant, Hiroshi, rode up beside him, panting. "General! This isn't right. They're falling back too quickly!"
Ryousuke's eyes narrowed. "A trap."
Just as the words left his mouth, a sudden explosion rocked the ground beneath them.
Dirt and blood sprayed into the air as a row of his men were flung like ragdolls. The screams of burning soldiers tore through the battlefield. More explosions followed, tearing apart the frontlines, leaving mangled bodies in their wake.
