An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, a hundred thousand young men and a hundred thousand soldiers.
The azure sky shines brightly in the daytime, and the mountains and rivers are stained red with blood.
Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, so why return them wrapped in horse leather?
At present, I am the only young man who dares to question the world and test his abilities.
The Beacon War under Qianyu's lens was full of blood and cruelty. In the face of the war at home, she believed that every soldier and every man had to make a choice: whether to join the army with a pen for the sake of the country and the nation, or to stick to a pen and a camera to record this war-torn history!
She knew that Jiang Shiyan had been confused, made choices, and struggled, but in the end he still walked step by step in the war-filled battlefield.
Suddenly looking back, the broken mountains and rivers behind him were silently followed by countless latecomers, stepping on his footsteps and moving forward step by step with awe and determination! Among them was her whom he had longed for, pushed to the top, but gave up everything to follow for him. Looking at each other in the smoke was perhaps their most beautiful encounter!
Intention: Although the mountains and rivers are in good condition, we should strengthen ourselves