"Young master, why do we have to fight? If we had left like those other lords, these... these brothers wouldn't have died, would they?" Guo Shun gazes at the bodies at his feet, tears streaming down his face.
Guo Ming says nothing. He looks into the distance.
The setting sun is like blood, casting dusk across the land. Ruined walls stand amid a battlefield stained with blood, and he cannot help but ponder for a long time.
Can those scattered fires in the distance rekindle this dying light?
Can this shattered homeland of China once again restore its glory, with all nations paying tribute and its splendor reaching as high as the heavens?
At last, Guo Ming says, "With heroes' blood still hot, how can we let the enemy claim our land?"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
