
About This Novel
Crimson is the color of dried blood. There was blood flowing and heroes fighting. While the princes were shouting and shouting, thousands of men had their heads cut off. The world is like a charcoal furnace, burning the common people. The crimson eagle rises in the Far East, painting a picture of dominance amidst the ruins of war smoke. In the internal and external game, the dirtiest thing in the world is blood or the human heart? When the turmoil gradually subsides and calm returns, can future generations learn from the historical records here?
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