This is an era of war and war, where people live and die. In the eyes of the powerful and generals, life is just something that can be destroyed easily. In this ancient battlefield, the flames are raging, and the wailing of Ping Ming can be heard everywhere. The loess is covered with dead corpses, piled up into mountains. The soldiers look at the cold flesh under the gray skin without any reaction. After all, this is already a numb thing, and it cannot make their hearts beat at all.
