In that era of constant buzzing.
The orphan girl followed the footsteps of the person in front of her, from looking up helplessly to humbly bowing her head. Her wish was buried in the soft soil after the rain in the countryside, and no one knew about it.
She threw away the baggage that carried her wishes, put on extremely heavy armor, and went into battle with him.
No regrets.
No matter who missed whom, no matter who misunderstood whom, no matter who plotted against whom, no matter who hurt whom.
She used blood as ink and iron halberd as pen.
Life is the order and death is the end.
Become a king. Defeat the invaders.
Till death.