He stood astride his horse and raised his scabbard.
The brocade rose to the right, flying up and down.
A war is about to break out here, and the smoke is filling the air.
The blood will stain a large body of water red.
The high-pitched sound of feathers resounded everywhere.
He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the city.
The wind whistled.
The wind was blowing from the west.
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