The Sorrow of Sarhu in the Iron-Blooded Setting Sun

Content introduction of "The Iron-Blooded Sun: The Sorrow of Saarhu" In the Battle of Sarhu at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the four armies of the Ming Dynasty were defeated miserably. The gates of Liaodong were opened, and the territory of Hou Jin cavalry was trampled, and the people were displaced. General Meng De of the Datong Guards led the remnants of his troops to break out of the encirclement, and his adopted son rushed forward to protect him with blood. The father and son, with their still-uncold iron blood, began a long perseverance on this scorched land. From the desperate tug-of-war at Fushun Pass to the roar of Fo Langji at the top of Shenyang City; from the lonely struggle at Shanhaiguan to the weeping of blood in the setting sun outside Jizhou City, Mengde and his brothers fought against Hou Jin's iron hoof with flesh and blood. The beacon fire in Saerhu reflected the red face of the young man, the names of the brothers were engraved on the blood book in Fushun Pass, the city bricks in Shenyang were soaked with the blood of loyal souls, and the cold moon in Shanhaiguan shone on the backs of the lonely generals - they were short of food and pay, and were jealous of the court, but they always held on to their swords and guns, just because behind them were the people of their home and country, and their hearts were still filled with undying faith. When Meng Jin fell in a pool of blood at Fushun Pass, when Zhao Yong broke his arm but still held up the blunderbuss, when Zhao Chengyong took over the bones and continued to write about the youth's bravery, Meng De carried the scars all over his body and the last wishes of his brothers on the land of Liaodong where the setting sun was like blood, and spent his life fulfilling the oath of "the iron blood is not cold, the loyal soul is immortal". This is not a hymn of victory, but a tragic song about loyalty, sacrifice and perseverance. In the troubled times of the late Ming Dynasty, a group of ordinary soldiers used their lives to tell the world: Even if the building is about to collapse, there are still iron bones holding up the sky; even if the territory is falling, the loyal soul will always guard the homeland.