Chang Er turned his head, his homeland had already been burned by fire and stained with blood. My brother's face and the teacher's sigh flashed before my eyes. However, the companions in the distance were still fighting hard, trying to find a way out.
Why did their beloved hometown suffer such bad luck? Is it because of prophecies and divine punishment, the invasion of other tribes, or is it because of each other's intrigues and life-and-death struggles? Everyone is losing, and no one can escape fate! What teachers teach and books praise is shaky. Looking at mountains is not mountains, looking at water is not water. In the end, what everyone worked hard to protect was the landscape.