C1315 Old people are prisoners and the white tiger is the lord of the land
It was early in the morning, and the heavy night had just drifted away with the fog. The sun rose from the east, shining its rays on the earth. With a creak, the city gates were opened, and a group of people entered.
I took a closer look and saw a group of extremely strong armored warriors escorting a bunch of ragged men.
These men were carrying backward farm tools