Fenghuo Wudan

Endless history, boundless flames of war, under the thick bricks and high walls, a general riding a black horse and holding a white gun looks into the distance with mixed feelings in his heart. Is it him? Or her? Is this an era that belongs to him/her, or is it an era that cannot tolerate him/her? Or is this just a dream? So what is the purpose of this trip? Please read "Feng Huo Wu Dan" and listen to me slowly...