The ancient war song was constantly echoing in the narrow space, it was a roar coming from the lungs of the souls.
More than two thousand years ago, this Qin army left their capital city Xianyang, passed the Hangu Pass and headed west, after overcoming all obstacles along the way, the finally reached the depths of Tibet, it was still an uncultivated wasteland at that time.
No one knew the purpose of this Qin army travelling for tens of thousands of miles, nobody knew where the two angels imprisoned in the prison cart behind them came from, nobody knew what enemies they had encountered in the end and finally died in battle and were collectively frozen.
However, seeing the ugly state of these thousands of Tibetan ancestors kneeling on the ground worshiping, and then seeing the battle formation of the high spirited Qin army,
