Protecting the Way: Technology Protects Glory

On the Naihe Bridge, the visitor had already finished ten bowls of Meng Po soup. Holding the eleventh bowl—— "That's enough! What is there that you can't forget?" Po Meng repeatedly stopped her. "I can't forget it--" Li Huan murmured, his eyes lost in thought. "I can never forget an inch of mountains and rivers and half a foot of blood..." "I can't forget the smoke of three thousand Qinling Mountains..." "I will never forget the three hundred thousand cuckoos weeping with blood! The three million warriors came out of Sichuan!" "Three hundred thousand!" Li Huan suddenly turned his head and looked at Po Meng. "No one of the three hundred thousand people will be left alive!" "And those 3.5 Million warriors! Only 130,000 came back!" Li Huan growled lowly. "Why should I forget! What right do I have to forget!" … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.