Chapter 21 end

At that time, I didn't know that many people were killed. Looking back from my old high hill now, I can still see slaughtered women and children. As clear as my eyes saw when I was young.In that bloody mud, I also saw other things dead, buried deep in that blizzard, where the dream of a people died.It was a dream, the hope of the nation shattered and dissipated.There is no longer a center, and the holy tree dies. black moose