New Edition of Water Margin: Defying Heaven and Changing Destiny on Liangshan Road

The twilight is like blood, and the setting sun dyes the battlements of the second pass of Liangshanbo into dark gold. The flags hung feebly in the evening breeze, the footsteps of the men patrolling the wall were shuffling, and occasionally there was the smell of smoke coming from the kitchen in the back mountain. This was an ordinary dusk in the first year of Xuanhe, but it was destined to be an unusual beginning.