Huang City seemed to be like a giant. No matter what kind of disaster came, no matter how strong the blow was, perhaps the flesh and blood of this city would be ruptured. However, their muscles and bones would always be strong, their waist would always be upright, and their spirit would never fall.
Nan Ling stood at the top of the tower and looked at the ground. The ordinary people used sticks to whip the experts, who were leaving. Listening to their expulsions and cursing at the bastards who had destroyed their homes, this man, who had always been strong and gentle, actually had tears in his eyes.
The iron bones of the people of Huang City were forged by Beiting Huang. The pride of the people of Huang City was refined by Beiting Huang. The hearts of the people of Huang City who would never give in were pampered by Beiting Huang. Their sense of superiority as citizens of Huang City allowed them to die standing and not live kneeling.
