The Great Song is just getting started, and the tides of change are turning. Defend the north, attack the south, and sweep across the land. Zhao Pu yawned and furrowed his brow. “I’m exhausted.” Watching the troops roar and the Great Song generals brim with confidence, he sighed. “I really have led this Great Song astray.”
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