The first volume of The Flower of the Prosperous Age is an article dedicated to all the heroes of the fight against the epidemic

It's late at night.

A round moon hung quietly in the sky, faintly looking down on the city.

Everything, dead silent, with the occasional crow whispering in twos and threes. Depression and uneasiness enveloped this small city, and the people in the city, suffering from this tranquility, also wanted to cherish this last tranquility.

Lonely green buildings, dilapidated taverns, locked houses, hidden in the darkness without a trace of light; The deserted bluestone path, the bleak three or two fallen leaves, add a touch of seeping weirdness.

Ten days ago, this small but bustling city was captured by the rebels who were raging everywhere, and the rebels did everything they could, burning, killing and plundering, not only damaging the city, destroying the internal buildings, but also seriously threatening the lives of the people. A few days ago, several people had already died under the swords of the rebels.

An atmosphere of fear and anxiety pervades the city, and the panicked people live in a cage shrouded in shadows, cut off from the outside world, let alone escaped. One can only hope that the rebels will withdraw as soon as possible and that everything will return to its original state. However, the ruthless rebel leader has ordered a massacre to be carried out tomorrow, yes, without leaving a single threat.

It seems that the faint moonlight of the full moon in this quiet night is the last dawn in the lives of the people in this city.

What they didn't know was that not far away, a few kilometers outside this small city, there were already 20,000 soldiers stationed ready to fight.

Without the morale-boosting drums, without the songs and dances that pretended victory, everything would be like in the city, quiet and pervasive, desolate and full of sorrow.

He's quickened his pace. He was an unknown soldier in an army of 20,000 men, and he was also a native of the city. A few years ago, he was sent to another city by Taishou to work and this time he was spared the slaughter of the rebels.

When he heard that his hometown was occupied, he was so distressed that he almost fainted, not only because of his hometown feelings, but also because his parents, who had inconvenient legs and feet, were still there, waiting for him to go back. He immediately joined the army, and came to the outside of the city with the court officials and various military horses. Along the way, he discovers that not only him, but also many of the parents and families of his brother soldiers are in the occupied area, living in the dark under the clutches of the rebels. The brothers made an appointment to kill all the rebels and bring their parents and family to enjoy happiness.

But he sneaked out of the barracks, not because he was afraid of death, but because he was afraid of going to the battlefield, and if he was not careful, he would never see his parents again, and the safety of his parents would no longer be guaranteed. He wanted to leave with his parents and go as far as possible.

Now, this long-awaited city is in front of him, so familiar and so unfamiliar.

The moonlight slanted on his lonely figure, and he looked up at the full moon, recalling the past when he enjoyed wine and admired the moon with his family. He knew how to be punished if he was found to have left the barracks without permission, and what a dead end it would be to be found to have entered a rebel-occupied city. But what he was more worried about was whether this city, those people, would be able to see him again after the war, and when he thought of this, his heart couldn't help but feel a pang.

Soon, he snuck close to the city, found the hole where he had played with his childhood friend, and crawled into the city along it.

Stepping on the soft bluestone path, looking at the familiar street by the moonlight, he found that everything had a silence and darkness that did not match his memory at all. Occasionally, through the window, through the faint candle flame inside, he saw people holding their heads and crying, and the faint sorrowful sound accompanied by the cool breeze of early autumn made his heart throb.

He shouldn't have continued to look at it, but should have run to the blue-roofed house, rushed into the warm embrace of his parents with excitement and ecstasy, and then led them away. But he didn't know why, he tiptoed, bent his waist, quietly walked through every locked house, looking at the faces that were sad and hopeful because of longing and fear, he thought of something, and sighed lightly.

Suddenly, after walking around the corner of an alley, he was surprised to find that tens of thousands of people had gathered on the training battlefield that Taishou had spent a lot of money to build! Everyone has a bright steel knife in their hands, shining in the moonlight.

He overheard goosebumps all over his body that these traitors were going to divide their troops into two ways, killing all the people in the city all the way, raiding the officers and soldiers outside the city all the way, and then converging to attack the empty cities around them!

Seeing the formation they were about to set off, he knew that everything had reached the moment when it was time to burn his eyebrows.

He looked back at the blue-roofed house, as if by looking at the kind faces of his parents, and smiled at him, and he gritted his teeth and took the horn out of his bag.

Tears fell to the ground one by one and made a "snapping" sound, as if overshadowing the sound of the horn tearing the sky and blasting the earth, so crisp in the ears, and the same horn sound from far to near was so beautiful.

The people in the locked houses all opened the door, looked at the source of the sound, and did not understand what was happening, but they all saw the figure wearing moonlight armor, rushing towards the back of the rebels while blowing the horn, the hero who became the "madman" who was shouted "crazy" by the rebels......

"Ladies and gentlemen, our officers and soldiers are just outside the city! They have come to your rescue, the elderly, women and children hide in the house and do not come out, try to survive! A young, strong man who is not afraid of death will rush at meβ€”"

Outside the city, the sound of thousands of troops marching closer and closer, a thunderous roar resounded through the sky, the sound of trumpets, and the sound of drums, earth-shattering and deafening.

Brothers are coming! They received their own alert, discovered the enemy's conspiracy, and launched an attack with all their might! The rebels in this city, in the face of internal and external troubles, faced with the unity of the people, the well-equipped and well-trained army, will soon be defeated and devastated.

He smiled with satisfaction, all the efforts and sacrifices were not in vain, such as this arrow in the heart......

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he finally fell to the ground, and in a blur, he saw the blood-colored full moon, the city he guarded, and the countless people he loved......

The sound of horns, fights, and cries came and went, as if composing the most tragic but gorgeous music.

Finally, the day dawned, the full moon no longer hung in the sky, and the city was no longer silent and dark, but lively and bright again. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he got his wish in the arms of his parents, and also walked to a more beautiful place.

After his heroic deeds spread all over the world, similar trumpets sounded in various lands, and from then on, tens of thousands of soldiers took him as an example and faith, united in the front line, and never feared even when they penetrated into the enemy's army. On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the following year, the unstoppable official army defeated the rebels and recovered all the lost territory, and the soldiers also returned to their hometowns to reunite with their families and enjoy the moon and wine.

A round moon hung quietly in the sky, faintly looking down on a city that was never lonely, a back.

I would like to commemorate the great Dr. Li Wenliang with this article, heroes go all the way! I would also like to pay the highest respect to the doctors, nurses, officers and soldiers who have contributed to the fight against the epidemic!