The last city gate also slowly opened, and the creaking sound was long and desolate under the bloody sunset. Ying Qin squatted for a long time before standing up. He slowly raised his head and looked at the city wall of Handan in the distance. The moment he raised his head, he habitually mistakenly thought that he would see Ying Zhao walking slowly again. That person had been in his field of vision for too long. He had always looked at him like that, but habitually, when he looked back with a smile, he looked away.
He watched him standing on the ruins of the wall, and he watched him sing the song "Tangdi" repeatedly in a low voice. He watched the beacon smoke and yellow sand gradually blurring his back, and he stared at the vast desert thousands of miles away where the Fourth Battle was fought.
He said, it is a pity, it is a pity that the general did not die on the battlefield but died in court.
The vassal states of the Warring States period are personified. An obscene old work by an unqualified Zhao fan. Not much evidence, just a lot of nonsense.
In fact, my goddess asked me to open a Jinjiang account. I obeyed, but I was afraid that it would cancel my account if I didn't put it in for two weeks. QAQQQQ
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