The sun has fallen, and corpses and blood are everywhere outside Xiangcheng City, like a purgatory on earth.
The man knelt on one knee. The long sword in his hand was stained with the blood of an unknown number of people and was now half submerged in the yellow sand, supporting his tall body.
The helmet fell to the ground, and his dark hair fluttered in the wind. The face was mixed with dirt and blood, and the original appearance could not be seen clearly.
Several arrows were shot into his chest, and blood flowed out. With the last breath of strength, he raised his head, looked at the setting sun in the sky, which was like blood, and the sky and the earth were the same color, and murmured, "I promised you the setting sun beyond the wall, but I still didn't accompany you to see it."
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