It is easy to hide from an open gun, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow. Before I could retract the long knife that had just cut off the enemy general's head, the armor I had been wearing for many years had been shot through the back. I fell off my horse, and the sound of soldiers from both sides shouting gold sounded in my ears. Warm liquid trickled out from the wound on his back, and I saw the soldier running toward me with his lips open and closed. But I heard nothing, nothing. Only the sound of the piano in the depth of my memory sounded intermittently, becoming the last memory of my life...
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