The battle between the Liao and Song Dynasties was characterized by the hatred of soldiers, the resentment of the people, the disaster of blood, and the disaster of people. Cold swords and halberds, cold sword tassels, war horses neighing, the battlefield was ruthless, heroes buried their bones, and beauties wept.
The bloody road to hegemony is endless, and when will the flames of war end? In this chaotic world where war is spreading, who is the powerful hegemon, who is the brave general who is good at fighting, who is the victim seeking peace in the troubled world, and who is the savior who cares about the common people.
The soldiers and horses are waving their swords in the wind and the clouds are turbulent, the tears and swords are long in love, the heroes are sad, Yan Yun's old regret is that the mountains and rivers have passed away, and the journey is still frosty and snowy.
The wind is freezing and the armor is cold. On the road to the Imperial Palace, there are soldiers on both sides. Only one person was seen. Under the raging cold wind, his clothes were fluttering, but he was still walking in the middle of the aisle with firm and steady steps. Immediately, a loud announcement sounded: "The King of Beiyuan, Attack Destroyer Tianlai, has arrived~~~". . .
At night, it was cold in the north and the dry wind brought sand, forcing the mighty Song Heqin team to stay in Anza. Late at night, there were still dim lights in the Deputy Counselor's tent. In order to process the documents of the marriage, Lianhua stayed up late at night and had no way to make up for his future. It was unknown whether he could put an end to the war and end the war in Liao Kingdom as he wished. Just a sigh was heard, the lamp went out and the green smoke disappeared. . .