On the day he was demoted to slavery, Jiang Zhao's spine was nailed with iron and his blood stained the execution ground; Shen Jiuniang smiled and handed over the poisoned wine, but she hid half a military talisman at the bottom of the wine. When the remnants of the Black Crow Army roared in unison on the moonlit night, the soldier symbols exploded and the three armies were destroyed. He stepped on the mountain of corpses to the altar, and her fingertips were dripping with blood. Pei Huai'an was sitting high in the court, unaware that his mother's blood was being sucked out of his bone marrow; the military orders burned by Iron Bone Seven had spelled out a pattern of revenge; the copper coins of Jade Faced Yama fell one by one on the border beacon tower. This country was not given by anyone, it was created by killing.
