fokswangYe Mingchen stood defiantly at the prow of a warship as it bore down on Canton's walls, his peacock plume quivering in the morning breeze. The city was about to fall to the AngloFrench fleet.
Ye Mingchen stood defiantly at the prow of a warship as it bore down on Canton's walls, his peacock plume quivering in the morning breeze. The city was about to fall to the AngloFrench fleet.