C1169 Fallen
The golden afterglow scattered on the city wall, sketching out a cruel and tragic scene.
The flag was stuck on the city wall, and the flagpole was tilted to the east and west. The torn cloth was swaying in the wind.
Under the city wall, smoke filled the air, and corpses piled up into a mountain.
Crows circled in the sky and let out hoarse cries
