Yujiaao

Yuanjia thirty-sixth year. Yanzhou. In the desert land, yellow sand blows with the wind; light smoke rolls in, dyeing the sky and setting sun, making it chaotic. Outside the city, on the wooden tower, four pillars lit up the smoke, making people feel in a trance and mournful, still and motionless. Wearing a wolf coat and tiger fur, black plush boots, decorated with jade canine teeth. He rested his hand on the seat and raised his eyebrows with cold eyes. Watch carefully and plan in your heart. Inside, on the city gate wall, beacon fires were lit, flags were flying, thousands of troops were waiting, and thousands of swords were strung. Standing proudly on the city, the golden helmet and iron armor vibrate in the wind, and the brocade velvet cloak carries the loess fluttering lightly. Holding the bright gold cloud dragon sword in hand, clasp it lightly and wait for it to be unsheathed; fist on the wall, look slightly forward and take a closer look, planning on the chest. In the blink of an eye, they start together. Outside the city, arms were raised and swords were drawn from the walls. Before thousands of generals are on the battlefield, don't ask about the future or the way forward. They meet each other in battle. Knives cut and spears stabbed, swords blocked and shields connected. Shouting for courage, people's voices came forward, and in the blink of an eye, tears and blood rolled into long smoke. … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.