Under the clear blue sky, a city stands on the plain, and in the distance the hills are lush with trees and insects chirping. Occasionally, a few hares pop out of the grass, making it seem to be alive and well. However, the streets of the city that should have been bustling with people at this time could not be seen, and everyone in the city hid in their homes, not daring to make a sound, they huddled together with each other, trying to make themselves look less conspicuous, and praying in their hearts that this moment would pass sooner.

And on the walls of the city stood all the neatly armoured, each soldier with a halberd or a bow and arrow, looking into the distance, waiting for a trumpet to be fired. The gale danced the battle flags on the city walls vigorously, suppressing the tension in the hearts of every soldier. And not far from the city, several phalanx of troops lined up neatly, the soldiers in front of them holding siege equipment in their hands, and the soldiers in the middle were full of fire and waiting to fight. And the generals at the front are all looking at the city with its bloody mouth open, just waiting for the prey to come to the door on its own. The first person said indifferently: "Siege." The soldiers around him waved the flag in the wind, and the dull horn sound around him was "Mou...... Mu ......" pierced the already frozen air here and rushed into the sky. "Kill." A shout brought out tens of thousands of identical sounds, which had long since overshadowed the sound of the trumpets, and several phalanxes began to sprint with all their might, and the ground began to tremble. When the soldiers on the city wall saw this, they were both excited and nervous, trembling and holding their bows and arrows in their hands. When the army below arrived at the designated position, the lieutenant behind the soldiers shouted: "Release the arrows", and for a time the rain of arrows shot to the earth, and in an instant thousands of soldiers below lay down straight, and the tendency to impact forward just decreased, and then it was made up by the soldiers behind, and the green earth splashed with pieces of blood. Seeing this scene, the archers on the city wall fired even more desperately. The group of men who rushed down finally dragged the heavy catapults to the moat, and one by one the ignited kerosene-stained ammunition slid towards the city walls, some of which were hit by the walls and splashed with sparks, some of which were thrown onto the walls, and immediately dragged the entire army into the fire, and some of them threw themselves into the city, causing a fire at once.

The screams of the people in the walls of the city, the sound of arrows piercing the air, the continuous sound of trumpets in the distance, and the shouts of the people, like the sound of a funeral, led hell to this world. Erected simple wooden bridges, crossed the moat, and finally someone went to the bottom of the city wall, "erect the ladder, set up the ladder" someone shouted hoarsely, the huge siege equipment that was carried over, was erected on the city wall by dozens of people, and a team of people immediately climbed along the ladder without fear of arrows to the city wall. "Prepare the rolling stones, prepare the rolling stones, and smash these shit crumbs." , the captain of the city shouted, and the half-man-high rocks that had been prepared behind him rained down. Looking at the comrades who were smashed down by the rolling stones, the eyes of the people below were bloodshot, and they climbed up desperately, and they were about to go up and split the people on the wall in half. An hour had passed, and people on both sides of the wall were intertwined, fighting each other. And the heavy gates finally failed to survive to the last moment at the insistence of the battering ram. "Kill" At the moment when the city gate was breached, everyone rushed in, and the soldiers who had been waiting behind the gate for a long time also rushed to this group of uninvited guests without fear of death. So the whole city fell into a hand-to-hand street battle, at this moment the corpse is like the decoration of the city, each alley is lying hundreds of incomplete corpses, stumps and broken arms are blocked in the ditch, there are not only soldiers, but also civilians, look carefully, there are even children's small bodies, each corpse has Juanjuan's blood flow, the huge blood flow gathered on the ground flows to the lower place with the brick cracks, and the blood-colored trajectory is like a mysterious sacrificial talisman to welcome the coming of death. The generals who were supervising the battle in the distance could no longer hold back, urged the war horses under their crotches, raised the spears and giant swords in their hands, and rushed into this blood-colored world. It wasn't until dark that the city returned to silence, and the invading side finally took the place, but it is not an exaggeration to describe the city as hell at this moment. The mournful cries of relatives, the cries of crying for the sky and the earth, and the sound of low sobs, hovered over the city, drifting farther away in the direction of the wind. As a result, the villages and towns in the distance were shocked when they heard it, closed their doors, buried their heads in the bedding, and did not want to listen.

The next day, the rest of the city began to tidy up, and the soldiers began to repair the city defenses. Born in troubled times, you can't even have a grave. Even those big families can't complete a funeral with dignity, the whole city is white, and the coffins have long been sold out. There are several huge potholes outside the city, which are the fate of these people, and one after another they are thrown into it, and then covered with earth, and these people are considered to have finished their lives.

An old man came to the city a few days later, and his beard was white, which was somewhat in harmony with the city's whiteness. He was followed by a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate complexion and a slender figure, carrying a basket on his back. After the two entered the city after being checked by the soldiers, even after these days, the strong smell of blood still permeated it, and then saw that the streets were covered with white cloths, the old man sighed and continued to walk towards the city. The street had been washed countless times, but the crimson blood stains after the blood clotted seemed to be soaked into the stone slabs, and patches of blood-colored flowers spread all over the street. The two found an inn to stay, and in the next few days, the old man and the boy walked around the city, white and red are the main colors here, and occasionally you can see some small stumps and broken arms that have not been cleaned, and the old man sighs again and again, but the young man has long been unable to help it, and has vomited countless times in the past few days.

A five- or six-year-old child was noticed by the two when they were wandering around, probably because there was no one left in the family, and the child had been lying at the door for four days, thin clothes and a sallow complexion. It is estimated that the family will be together in the underworld soon. Today, the two of them saw this child again, and he was already less inlet and more out. The young man couldn't bear it anymore, and said to the old man, "Master, let's save this child." "There are so many children like her in this world, do you want to save them one by one?" The old man said calmly, "But, when we met, we can save one of them." The boy pleaded, "It seems that you still don't understand what I meant by bringing you out." The old man sighed lightly, "Well, you have a fate with him, so let's follow you." The boy was overjoyed when he heard this, put down his back basket, took out some water and food, and slowly fed it. Then they held it in their arms, and the three of them returned to the inn.

From then on, an old man, a teenager, and a child walked in the city. This was the day the three of them left, and three days before the foot left, and the city was once again surrounded on the back foot. The old man and the young man watched from the hill, and another round of fighting in the city began. The old man looked at it for a long time, and finally walked away without looking back, followed by the young man, and only heard the old man chanting:

Every hundred years of troubled times, through a long time.

I feel panicked and treat human life as a mustard.

Fight against all nations, and finally ascend to heaven.

The fate of despiscation has been decided, and it depends on who will change today.