Ulan Bator, this city on the plateau, is quite different from the photos and beautiful images in Xia Yu's memory.
Not many tall buildings, some have simply collapsed in half, leaving only ruined debris.
Some appear intact from the outside, but as the jeep crossed the block, it was revealed that on the other side of the building, there were many uneven pits, seemingly hit by rocket launches.
This is undoubtedly the trace of war.
The low residential houses are mostly shabby. Listening to Jintan Shun's introduction along the way, Xia Yu learned that the so-called Mongolia is nominally existent, the once beautiful Ulan Bator turned into a dead city at one point, and it was food that brought disaster to this city, but it's also food that gives it a hint of revival.
The jeep passed through a noisy marketplace.
The stench, rotten intestines, along with the buzzing annoying flies at the ears, formed a chaotic street scene.
