[Marco Polo] Your Peaceful Place Is My Hometown

That day, the sky full of flowing fire reflected the sky above Xiangyang City red, as if the stars in the sky were falling one after another. The roar of cannonballs still rang in my ears, and flames exploded and splashed outside the city wall, falling like meteors across the Milky Way, and scattering in mid-air like fireworks. Mark knew that the Song army led by Jia Sidao was defeated one after another under this terrible onslaught. The dusk in Xiangyang is also so long. The surrounding air was filled with fishy smell, and the charred trees looked like dead hands reaching towards the sky. War and love, life, death and destiny, everything is blown into a hurry in the wind. The crow leaped into the air with a roar, and ashes flew into the dim yellow sunlight. Conception: