[The Growth Record of a Female General/Strong Women/Strong Men/Ancient Proverbs]
In the battle of Qingshan, corpses littered the fields.
Jiang Yue fell from her fighting horse, blood gurgling out of her body, her vision gradually blurred, and there were calls mixed with the neighing of horses: Coach, coach... Her body hit the ground and she was leaning next to the pile of corpses. Her consciousness suddenly became clear. The past flashed past her eyes like a revolving lantern, and finally she was frozen in front of her eyes: the green hills shrouded in moonlight and blood.
Blood surged out from his mouth and nose, his vision became blurry again, and even the sound of weapons clashing in his ears was no longer real. Suddenly, Jiang Yue remembered the old man she met by chance at the Qingcheng Market that year, who was known as the Know-It-All and received a gift from him:
On the track of the Double Ten, the moon is full and then waning, the phoenix sings in the green mountains, and the fate gathers and the fate falls apart.
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