When the bloody banners on the banks of the Bianshui River pierced the sunset, the city gate of Bianzhou collapsed. Zhu Wen wiped off the emperor's blood on the blade and stepped on the broken peony petals from Chang'an to climb Danqi. This Dangshan Ranger, who was once the vanguard in front of the Huangchao tent, now wore black armor to receive the imperial seal, but he felt thirty-four knife marks of varying depths on the dragon chair - the curses left by thirty-four short-lived emperors.
The wolf smoke on both sides of the Yellow River never stops, the Shatuo cavalry smashes the city wall of Luzhou, and the Khitan scimitar cuts through the cloud barrier. When Jinyang Li Ke used his single eye to ignite the fire of revenge, Fengxiang Li Maozhen's silver armor reflected the waning moon of Shu Road. In this purgatory era where everyone has a jade seal mold hanging around their waist, even Luoyang peonies have learned to bloom in the rain of arrows.
The palace floor tiles were soaked with the blood of fifteen courtiers, but Zhu Wen heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance - Zhao Kuangyin was wiping his armor at Chenqiaoyi, while Yelu Abaoji's Haidongqing had already passed through the sixteen states of Yanshan.
