No one could forget that her hair was like a waterfall of black hair flying wildly in the wind, and her bright red armor was as hot as the midsummer sun.
There was a tall horse under her crotch, its bright black fur igniting the dark light. Holding a golden spear in her hand, she charged into the enemy's impenetrable defenses alone. Thousands of horses could not stop the lightning-fast assassination with a swing of the sword, and the darkness and haze could not block the fiery red light that brought hope.
She was covered in blood, but she still had the most indifferent smile. She continues to kill, but is as revered as a god derived from the underworld.
She used the enemy's blood to pave a bloody carpet leading to the light, and she used the enemy's corpses to pile up the strongest city wall.
The blood bloomed into beautiful flowers on her clean face, which was extremely charming. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she smiled openly. She leaned forward slightly and reached out to the greatest king in their hearts who was surrounded by enemies.
How could we forget that year, that day, that bloody moment? How could we forget that minute, that second, that bloody god in the killing?
A miracle created by a time-traveling woman, a legend that cannot be erased
This book has been renamed, "Laughing in the Red Dust". I hope friends will continue to support me and I will continue to serialize it.