The Glory of the Eag

Hundreds of cannons roared incessantly, as if conveying the wrath of God. The blood-tinged smoke billowed across the battlefield for dozens of miles, making everything seem unreal.,Every kind of problem came rushing in, he had no time to think about them anymore, because the lady before him had grabbed his shoulders and was gently shaking him.,A four-year-old child cannot possibly have any coherent memories or conscious judgments. All they can retrieve in their mind is a collection of fragmented images.。