Within three months, Daliang's 100,000 cavalry swept through the pass. The Northern Han soldiers and horses retreated steadily, and the sorrow of national subjugation and genocide hung over every city of this small foreign country.
In the capital city of Beihan, the old king fell ill, and the queen and princess were waiting beside him. The king in front of him looked haggard and slightly ill, but his eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.
Intention: This place of peace of mind is my hometown