In the third year of Qianning, there were mountains of corpses outside Taiyuan City.
Lin Fu climbed out of the pile of corpses holding a half-broken spear, with the blood of Shatuo Cavalry still stuck in his throat. He was supposed to be a graduate student in the history department in the 21st century, but now he became a cannon fodder in the late Tang Dynasty.
The remnants of Huang Chao have not yet been quelled, and the feudal vassal towns are surrounded like wolves. Emperor Li Tang has already become a decoration.
On the left hand is Tang Dynasty, who is about to be trampled by horse hooves, and on the right hand is Liang Jin who is eyeing the battle for hegemony.
Lin Fu touched the stolen military talisman on his waist, and the blood of Fenshui reflected in his eyes:
"In these troubled times, you will either be ripped apart by someone else, or you will be king by splitting the earth yourself."
The sound of the iron hooves of Shatuo's cavalry was getting closer and closer. He picked up the broken spear and sneered at Taiyuan City under the setting sun.
Tonight, let's start by killing the general and capturing the flag.
