C123 1 Gunfire Rain Blood Blood and Blood

Ten years had passed since Xianfeng, and autumn had arrived much earlier in the capital.

In nine days it will be the fifteenth of the eighth month, but there is no joy on the faces of the families of the Eight Mile Bridge, not even a festive atmosphere. The street was empty, even the beggars had disappeared without a trace. A gust of autumn wind blew past