The scorching weather made it unbearable not only for Lu Xiong's troops but also for the Xiqi army.
On the ground drenched with blood, even though a layer of dry dust had been spread, it still emitted a pungent, rotting smell. The buzzing of flies filled the air, making it hard to breathe, yet because of the heat, people had to open their mouths to gasp for breath.
"In such a summer heat, how could the Prime Minister order the troops to camp on the mountain without any trees for cover? It's enough to kill us from the heat." Nangong Shi, the Great General of Xiqi, clad in thin iron armor, was drenched in sweat as the sun baked his armor like a branding iron.
While he obeyed Jiang Ziya's orders to maneuver the three armies, his mind was full of doubts.
In such weather, never mind fighting, even as the bravest of the military generals, riding his warhorse around the field for a few laps would sap all his strength from the oppressive heat.
