A period of turbulent years that has been endured for ten years, and an indescribable story of youth. Three hundred years ago, there was such a ballad circulating in the rivers and lakes: The hometown is tasted, the Wen family is destroyed, once it is exhausted, thousands of miles are sad, and ghosts are crying. Autumn wind grave, singing endlessly. Most people who have seen or passed by the mass graves can hear the monstrous wails within a ten-mile radius and smell the turbulent and terrifying loneliness - the bones of the abandoned forts have been destroyed by the autumn wind, and the lonely souls have been abandoned by the night rain in the wilderness.
Mission: Peace-loving, family and country reunion.