Hundreds of cannons roared incessantly, as if conveying the wrath of God. The blood-tinged smoke billowed across the battlefield for dozens of miles, making everything seem unreal.,He wasn't suffering for himself. He had already tasted the pain of being a prisoner a year ago, and going through it again wasn't the end of the world. He could bear this kind of pain.,As an amateur European history enthusiast, he naturally knew what all these details represented and understood his current status.。