Limit to 500 words. What I think is a true war is not two sworn enemies. If that were the case, everything, such as beacons and war horses, would become meaningful. You can fight him to the death, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If he cannot be beaten to death, he can also explain himself by saying, "No fight, no acquaintance." Victory is due to courage and strategy; failure is a common thing for military strategists. Whether it is from the perspective of helping the country or changing dynasties, there is no absolute mistake.
What I think of as a real war is two lovers who have been through thick and thin, or two friends who have shared weal and woe, or two relatives who have always supported each other. Each side held a knife in their hands, and on the lonely battlefield, blood flowed like a river. A short dagger is not enough to kill a person, but it is enough to burn away all hope and reluctance in a heart, and finally breaks into pieces and turns into a handful of burial soil.