"The general's tears and blood have dried, and the woman is worried and worried." Jinyang City was swallowed up by the flames of war, and the soldiers below the city tower wailed, wailing for their impending death. What they protect is the thousands of lights of the people in Jinyang City. Xie Fangwan's eyes were already red with blood as he watched the brothers around him fall down one by one. Wearing silver armor, she held on to the ground tenaciously. She couldn't die now, she had to wait for reinforcements. He must wait until his brother's march arrives.
