Zhenwu Wushuang

"Fight, fight, fight. The world itself is unfair. Only by fighting can you obtain your own interests." Facing the enemy's 100,000 troops, Zhang Long roared unwillingly at his men, and the sword he waved in his hand actually fell to the ground out of excitement. "Why are you pretending to be afraid! Isn't this soldier just a slap in the face?" A soldier complained to the people around him. "Who's talking? It's you, come out." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.