Xianchun Sun and Moon Flag

The moment military expert Chen Xiao touched the ruined monument of Erzhang Temple, the fangs of a poisonous snake dragged him into the Xiangyang Hell in 1272 AD. When he opened his eyes from the pool of blood, he had become Zhang Shun, the commander-in-chief of the Southern Song Dynasty who "died in Xiangshui" recorded in history books - this fierce general who once led three thousand dead soldiers to break through the encirclement and died of dozens of wounds on his body was currently being held in the arms of his younger brother Zhang Gui and crying. What we see before our eyes is the bone-chilling reality of the eight years of Xianchun: the Mongolian army's artillery bombarded the city day and night, the remains of the Han River pontoon were burning, and the soldiers and civilians in the city began to exchange their children for food. According to historical records, Fancheng was about to fall ten days later, and Lu Wenfu and his family set themselves on fire. The "resurrected" Zhang Shun, who was still seriously injured, had to face Zhang Gui and kneeled down with tears in his eyes: "Brother! The blood of three thousand brothers cannot be shed in vain!" Kublai Khan's edict to change the Yuan Dynasty to the Yuan Dynasty is speeding along the post road, the reinforcements sent by Jia Sidao are stagnant in the rapids, and the west gate of Xiangyang trapped by Lu Wenhuan is about to usher in a general attack - all of this is on the shoulders of this "Zhang Dutong" with modern memories. When the gears of history mesh with personal destiny, can those last words of "I don't want to be reconciled" be rewritten in blood and fire?