The Opening of the Qianlong Firearms Camp: Fengchuan Guard

"Give me one night! If no prisoners come, then chop off my sacrificial flag!" The sound of rain, the sound of knives, and the sound of heartbeats all stopped at this moment. The centurion raised his head and saw that the sky was as dark as iron, but in Han Zheng's eyes, there was something burning brighter than a beacon—— It was the ultimate contempt for death and backwardness from three hundred years later.