Standing on the walls of Yizhou City, the first border city in the Western Frontier, overlooking down, the crowd was like a mole cricket, coming up like a flood, and then receding like a tidal wave with the fall of the rolling stone, beating wood and hot water and boiling oil.

Even the whistling north wind could not dissipate the smell of blood that was getting thicker and thicker under the city day by day.

If you look down from a high altitude, the city of Yizhou at this moment ...