The Setting Sun Shines on the Iron Coat

When Xiao Jin, the Beiyan God of War, lifted my hijab, the tip of the knife was right at the back of my heart. The red candle reflected the old scar on his brow bone, which was left when I split his black iron spear with my two swords three years ago. He leaned over and smiled in my ear: "Zhao Zhao, after these three years of confrontation, what I have been waiting for is tonight - the Chu camp's 200,000 grain and grass, enough for the Northern Yan cavalry to level Yanmen Pass." I lowered my eyes to look at the black iron sword on his waist that was stained with the blood of hundreds of generals, and touched the two swords under the red hijab with my fingertips. The fish scale pattern on the scabbard made his hands hurt - he said back then that the pattern resembled the stars of Beiyan Grassland, but now it was the best excuse. "Do you remember General Xiao?" I suddenly raised my wrist and clasped his wrist. The moment the red hijab slipped off, the two swords were already placed on the side of his neck. "When I was sixteen years old, I attacked the enemy camp at night and killed the first Beiyan general. I used this move." Suddenly there was a loud killing sound outside the tent - I had already replaced his "bridal team" with dead soldiers from the Chu camp. The way his pupils shrank suddenly was so beautiful, just like when I stabbed his left shoulder on a snowy night three years ago, the blood splashed on the snow, which was more brilliant than the sunset in Beiyan. But he didn't know that what I hid in my wedding dress was not only a pair of swords, but also... Half a tiger talisman.