My sister is Luna

Ying Zheng charged ahead into the storm, followed closely by a dark figure.

Thus, the war officially began.

"Woo-woo-!" The horn blew.

"Boom, boom boom, boom boom boom..." The war drums sounded.

"Rush!!!"

Fearless, the warriors, spears and shields in hand, charged into the storm like a flood.

Music can uplift the spirit and inspire courage, which is the most important thing in the face of danger and fear.

Although drummers and horn players cannot directly participate in battle, their role is crucial. They must create the most moving music and give people the most inspiring power.

Blood rained down on the ground, coalescing into monsters that charged forward in a chaotic frenzy.

"All troops, form ranks!" Meng Tian shouted.

"Order!"

The soldiers skillfully stopped and quickly broke into smaller groups, forming several square formations.

The art of battle lies in division and combination.

"shield!"

The formation quickly disintegrated, and countless shields formed a giant wall. The monsters charged forward, creating waves as if they were being stirred up.

"prick!"

Long spears thrust through the gaps between the shields, piercing many monsters with large holes, yet they remained oblivious to pain and tirelessly tried to breach the defenses.

"Hold on!" Meng Tian commanded as he fought alongside his soldiers.

"Reporting to the general, our rear is under attack!"

"It's those monsters under the blood rain; I didn't expect the range to be so wide."

"Go and support the rear, ensure the safety of the people, and fully cooperate with the evacuation." Meng Tian dispatched a team of three hundred men.

Thirteen vampires happened to be among the group of three hundred people.

"I want to be on the front lines!" Zhang San said, his eyes fixed on the storm in the sky.

"Military orders are absolute, go now!" Meng Tian shouted.

The wind howled in his ears, the sounds of battle numbing his brain. He realized he wasn't alone; everyone was involved in this grand war. The Dark Night Nobleman, a lone warrior against ten thousand, possessed overwhelming strength that filled him with despair. He couldn't possibly defeat him alone; to exact revenge, he had to rely on the power of others. This internal conflict pounded in his head. He paused for only a second, then gritted his teeth:

"……Yes!"

The moment he spoke, he felt relieved, and the burden on his shoulders lightened.

He may not be the one to avenge Li Yi; anyone who can kill the Dark Night Nobleman will do, and he will risk his life for it.

Meng Tian smiled, knowing that he was growing into a person who considered the bigger picture.

"Monster, prepare to die!"

In the sky, swords flashed and lightning crisscrossed as countless lightsabers charged at the young nobleman of the night, who retaliated with his own sword.

It must be resolved quickly!

This was Ying Zheng's thought: those monsters were not afraid of fatigue, but the army had stamina and could not fight indefinitely. Xuan Yong would be at a disadvantage in a war of attrition.

However, the Dark Night Noble Prince seemed to have seen through Ying Zheng's thoughts. He never took the initiative to attack, but waited for Ying Zheng to attack and countered his moves. He could deal with two powerful kings on his own. If he could not end the battle instantly, then he would strike at the enemy on a spiritual level.

"I'll just wait it out with you. We can wait for over three thousand years, so what's a little longer?" the Dark Night Noble said with an elegant smile.

"Ha!" Behind him, Bai Qi, like a ghost god, raised his giant scythe and swung it down with a huge slash.

The young nobleman of the dark night instantly dodged to the side, the sharp scythe grazing his nose, narrowly avoiding the attack. Bai Qi landed on the ground, creating a large crater.

"Useless, useless." The Dark Night Nobleman smiled sinisterly.

"Just watch as your army is slowly devoured!"

Ying Zheng was filled with rage, and golden waves appeared behind him.

Countless longswords emerged from the crowd and were instantly launched at the Dark Night Noble.

“It’s no use telling you—” The young nobleman of the dark night floated away, about to mock him, but a strong sense of crisis came from behind him.

"Shhhhhh!"

Bai Qi jumped up again behind him, sending all the flying swords that missed their mark toward the Dark Night Nobleman.

"Pfft..."

Unable to dodge in time, several flying swords pierced his chest, the power of daylight contained within them scorching his flesh and blood, the smell of burning flesh emanating from his body.

"You bastard, how dare you damage my noble body! You have successfully angered me!"

Enraged, the young nobleman of the night ripped his sword out, flesh and blood flying everywhere. The flames on his chest and the healing process fought against each other, flashing crimson. A black and red sword materialized out of thin air, like a beating heart, shimmering with an ominous red light.

"Is this all the Vampire King is capable of? Be careful not to get turned into a hedgehog by my sword."

Ying Zheng and Bai Qi were locked in a stalemate with the Dark Night Noble.

The bloody storm intensified.

……

rear.

Jing gathered his people to build a defensive line to resist the blood-red monsters, while simultaneously evacuating the civilians.

But now the monsters' attacks have suddenly subsided, and the battle has temporarily ceased.

"We've temporarily held off this wave. Now's the time to evacuate the people to safety. Min Hui, you take a hundred men to reinforce the defenses."

Jing keenly sensed that these monsters were acting under someone's orders, and that they were probably waiting for more blood to fall, waiting for more of their companions to come out and launch a major attack.

"Yao, get up! How long are you going to stay so depressed?" Jing walked towards Yao, who was sitting in the corner.

"Sister...I..." Yao leaned against the wall, his eyes lowered, his face somber.

"Okay, I know, it's not your fault." Jing's stern face softened a little, and she touched Yao's hair.

“He was right in front of me… I could have saved him… and others, I…” Yao sobbed uncontrollably, regretting his pride and arrogance.

"That's how war is. People will always sacrifice and die. There is no war without death. We can only do our best to save lives and minimize losses," Jing sighed.

"But, but..." Yao sobbed, still unable to shake off his grief.

The sight of the child being torn apart before his eyes was a devastating blow to his soul, filling him with guilt and regret.

"Enough! Do you think this will make up for anything? Stop crying and go protect more people. That's how you repay their sacrifice!" Jing shouted sternly.

"Uh!" Yao was so frightened that he fell silent. He lowered his head and dared not speak, also lost in thought.

“You are kind and have a strong sense of justice, but you can’t dwell on the sadness of the past. That will only add to the sadness. You can only prevent the tragedy from happening by saving more people.”

After saying that, Jing turned and left.

"Reinforce this area with a few more layers, and attach spikes over there..."

Yao saw Jing's clenched fist as she placed the body, and she too was filled with rage, but she couldn't show it. She had to direct the crowd, she had to be rational, she couldn't let anger cloud her judgment, and she had to consider the others who were still alive.

"sister……"

Yao seemed to understand. He longed to catch up with his sister and share that burden with her, to see her strong back.

He felt sorry for Jing; he finally began to understand her, to understand this sister he had never understood before.

The resentment and dissatisfaction he once felt towards his sister gradually faded away; he had grown up.

……