The storm is turbulent, troubled times are coming, the war is fierce, and the smoke is everywhere. I ask the world, where is home?
A tragic song buries heroes,
How many heroes are buried in foreign lands.
The mountains and rivers are dark and bloody at dusk,
The song of the prosperous age of the dry bones of heaven and earth.
Looking across the eternal sky,
Looking back, I feel desolate and confused.
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"General, listen... To the news from my hometown. I see the flag of heaven waving. My seniors are waving to me, guiding me home..."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
