The Bloody Knife Is Not Cold Yet

The rumble of horse hooves was mixed with a strong body odor. Bends and braids wreak havoc on the beauty of mountains and rivers. The withered bones of Saibei were scattered in the wind of ridicule. The falling sun cannot illuminate the smoke of the past. Does this nation still have the courage to raise the sword? Have their spines been broken? Do you still dare to roar and kill the enemy? The boy who walked against the light roared for all the struggling compatriots The enemy's blood is hot, and I can drink it with my sword! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.