The beacon fire had not yet burned out, and the walls had collapsed. The Chaocheng that catches your eye is no longer the glorious capital city of October ago.

Occasionally, there were homeless people walking out, and Sanniang stopped them and asked, "How is the situation in the city?" Tears flowed down the eyes of the homeless: "The country is broken,...

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