
Danshui Fenghou
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The dead grass was messy, the reeds were overturned, the ice was cold, hanging on the tips, swinging on the surface of the Puyu River. The sky was gloomy and the water vapor was cold, which highlighted the heat in the horse's mouth. The lame maroon tall horse stretched its head and tore at the dead grass on the bank. While chewing, it shook the mane on its neck. Looking at the village at the foot of the mountain in the distance, it couldn't help but neigh. The face of the man on horseback was covered with hair, beard and blood stains, making it difficult to distinguish. There was a faint white breath between the lips and nose. He raised his eyes with difficulty, looked at it aimlessly, and then placed his head heavily on the horse. The armor was broken and fell to the ground in pieces. His clothes were stained with blood, and blood was dripping from time to time in several places. The bloody halberd was still held tightly in his hand--
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This book is an imaginary historical text, not a real historical background.
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