"Master, why do we have to fight? If we follow the example of those masters and leave, these brothers will not die." Guo Shun looked at the corpse at his feet with tears streaming down his face.
Guo Ming was silent at this time, looking up into the distance.
I saw that the setting sun was like blood, and the mountains and rivers were twilight. There were also ruins and ruins, and the blood-stained battlefield made him couldn't help but ponder for a long time.
Can those little flames in the distance ignite this setting sun again?
Can this homeland of China, with its shattered mountains and rivers, regain its world-wide glory that is as high as the sky when all nations come to visit it?
Thinking of this, Guo Ming finally said: "How can we let the enemy control the mountains and rivers when the hero's passion is there?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
