The sky gradually brightened, initially just a thin layer of mist reflecting the pale rose-colored dawn. When the sun rose, the whole world suddenly turned crimson, as if ignited by torches. Rays of sunlight, like sharp swords, mercilessly pierced the mist, then shone on the strange rocks in the mountains, the treetops by the roadside, and under the soldiers' feet…
By now, we've probably been walking on mountain paths for over six hours. This might not be much for the soldiers, but for me, someone who frequently takes public transportation in modern times, it's torture and a test.
Isn't it? Last night I fought all night and was exhausted, and then came this seemingly endless forced march. I could clearly feel several blisters on the soles of my feet, and then they burst at some point, so
