Here’s a version of the text translated into English, maintaining its tone and essence:
1. Snow-Covered Soldiers Departure
The soldiers begin their march away from the battlefield, their boots echoing in the cold wind. The snow has settled over the ground like a blanket of white material, soft and delicate, catching the warm glow of the fireball above them.
At the battle site, the snow is covering the snow-copied ice, a pale and reflective color that seems to hold a glimmer of hope.
The soldiers stand in lines of discipline, their breath visible through their thick, white helmets. Each soldier carries a weapon—either a bow or a sword—and faces forward, unyielding respect for the battle they are representing. The snow ground beneath them is slick and sticky, as if it had been mopped by a large earthworm in preparation for another march.
In the background, the snow falls from the sky, its crunching sound a reminder of what was lost here. It’s not just soldiers leaving behind their lives; it’s the very essence of what separates men who have fought and loved and lived life.
2. Snow-Covered Land
The landscape around them is covered in dense, white snow, much like the snow-copied ice on the battlefield. The air is crisp, cool, and still, as though it has been untouched by the relentless march of battle that began three hours ago. Here lies a land where the mountains are still standing tall, their peaks and valleys reflecting off the gray snow in all directions.
The snow has settled over the ground, creating a soft, wobbly texture beneathfoot. It’s as if each step they take is a sign of what will come next, a promise that must be kept alive through every passing moment.
3. The Battle Line
As the soldiers march toward the battlefield, their heads turn to face the approaching battle, their breath visible on the snow-covered body of the enemy. It’s not just about winning battles; it’s about saving lives and preserving the memory of those who have fought here.
The snow is falling again, like a blanket, its crunching sound echoing through the night. The soldiers listen, ears perking up at every sound that catches their attention—whistles, clatter, or perhaps the soft crack of a horse’s hooves on the snow. They are prepared for anything, for the storm to come and their lives to remain safe and unbroken.
4. Snow-Covered Cities
The cities are also covered in snow, this time like a blanket of gold and silver, reflecting the sun at an angle. The city walls stand tall, their corners exposed to the cold风 from below. Here lies another battle, this one not on land but on air, where hope and excitement mix with fear and longing.
The snow is heavy here, as it was on the battlefield before them. It’s a reminder that what separates us is more than just distance; it’s the warmth of the fireball above us, the promise of another day.
5. Snow-Covered Skies
Above them, the sun begins to dip lower, casting long shadows across the sky. The snow has fallen again, its crunching sound a faint reminder of what comes next. It’s not just about the battle itself; it’s about the people who fight here, the men who love this land and this city.
The snow is so heavy over the mountains, their peaks and valleys shifting slightly beneathfoot. It feels like they are not alone in the world. They are part of a greater force that will never cease to exist, stronger than ever.
6. The Day They Leave
As the soldiers leave for the battlefield, it’s not just about carrying the torch of victory—they’re carrying the fire of hope. The snow is still falling, but it’s more than just ice—it’s a symbol of what must come.
The soldiers are not just marching forward; they are walking with the wind in their hair, carrying the message that comes with the snow. They are walking through the snow-covered mountains, each step a reminder that love and peace will always be there for them.
7. Snow-Covered Hills
Above them, on the hills of the mountains, it’s snow again. The snow has fallen even more heavily than in the battlefield, and it’s covering every rock, every peak, and every valley. It’s a blanket that never falls off, never goes down, always brings with it a message.
The soldiers are not just leaving behind the battlefield; they’re leaving behind the snow, too. They are living in it now, breathing with the breath of the air above them, which is as cold and heavy as the snow beneath.
8. The Battle Line
As the soldiers march toward the battlefield, their hearts race. They are not just men—they are a people. They stand before the world, standing before the fireball that will soon engulf this city. They are the ones who will face the storm, but they are also the ones who will win it, even if it takes a toll on their lives.
The snow is still falling, but now it’s not just ice; it’s the blood of the soldiers. It will fall again, and it will stay with them as they march forward into the battlefield. It will keep coming, like the wind outside the fireball that will never fade away.
9. The End of the Night
As the storm closes in on the battlefield, the snow is falling again, but this time it’s not just ice; it’s a promise. A promise to protect them, a promise to love them, a promise to keep them safe and whole, even as they march toward death.
The soldiers are walking with the wind in their hair, their breath visible through their helmets, and their hearts beating with the strength of the fight that will come. It’s not just about the battle—it’s about the people who have fought here, the ones who love this land and this city.
10. Snow-Covered City
Above them, on the hills of the mountains, it’s snow again. The snow has fallen even more heavily than in the battlefield, and it’s covering every rock, every peak, and every valley. It’s a blanket that never falls off, never goes down, always brings with it a message.
The soldiers are not just leaving behind the battlefield; they’re leaving behind the snow, too. They’re living in it now, breathing with the breath of the air above them, which is as cold and heavy as the snow beneath.
11. The Battle Line
As the soldiers march toward the battlefield, their hearts race. They are not just men—they are a people. They stand before the world, standing before the fireball that will soon engulf this city. They are the ones who will face the storm, but they are also the ones who will win it, even if it takes a toll on their lives.
The snow is still falling, but now it’s not just ice; it’s the blood of the soldiers. It will fall again, and it will stay with them as they march forward into the battlefield. It will keep coming, like the wind outside the fireball that will never fade away.
12. The End of the Night
As the storm closes in on the battlefield, the snow is falling again, but this time it’s not just ice; it’s a promise. A promise to protect them, a promise to love them, a promise to keep them safe and whole, even as they march toward death.
The soldiers are walking with the wind in their hair, their breath visible through their helmets, and their hearts beating with the strength of the fight that will come. It’s not just about the battle—it’s about the people who have fought here, the ones who love this land and this city.
13. Snow-Covered Hills
Above them, on the hills of the mountains, it’s snow again. The snow has fallen even more heavily than in the battlefield, and it’s covering every rock, every peak, and every valley. It’s a blanket that never falls off, never goes down, always brings with it a message.
The soldiers are not just leaving behind the battlefield; they’re leaving behind the snow, too. They’re living in it now, breathing with the breath of the air above them, which is as cold and heavy as the snow beneath.
14. The Battle Line
As the soldiers march toward the battlefield, their hearts race. They are not just men—they are a people. They stand before the world, standing before the fireball that will soon engulf this city. They are the ones who will face the storm, but they are also the ones who will win it, even if it takes a toll on their lives.
The snow is still falling, but now it’s not just ice; it’s the blood of the soldiers. It will fall again, and it will stay with them as they march forward into the battlefield. It will keep coming, like the wind outside the fireball that will never fade away.
15. The End of the Night
As the storm closes in on the battlefield, the snow is falling again, but this time it’s not just ice; it’s a promise. A promise to protect them, a promise to love them, a promise to keep them safe and whole, even as they march toward death.
The soldiers are walking with the wind in their hair, their breath visible through their helmets, and their hearts beating with the strength of the fight that will come. It’s not just about the battle—it’s about the people who have fought here, the ones who love this land and this city.
This version captures the essence of the text while maintaining a natural and engaging flow, as requested.
