Dugu Xian regretted joining Golded Roc Fort, having been driven into a corner.
Although he had not read many military books, he had spent his entire boyhood and youth in the regular army. For him, the war was neither a means to protect the country, nor a way to get achievements. It was simply an ordinary lifestyle. Being a soldier was not much different from being a scholar, a farmer, an artisan or a merchant.
He used to have a lot of passion, but it was slowly destroyed by the thought of impending death. Too many people were being slaughtered like animals, but their death were all meaningless to themselves, to the people, and to the country.
A whim of the king at the rear, an abrupt intention of the general in the forefront; sometimes an important figure's words after drinking would cost the soldiers' precious lives on the battlefield, their deaths changing nothing in the entire situation.