————Shaking Mountains and Rivers·Dream of Golden Cups————
The horse on the ancient road is like an old man. The long sword whistles in the yellow sand, breaking through the eternal night, and the autumn wind blows off the white hair.
The sword of the emperor, the shadow of the golden bottle, the flying dragon flying into the sky, after years of vicissitudes, he became the supreme overlord.
Warm reminder:
Prequel to "Wolf Smoke Jue", group portrait essay
Mainly writes war strategies and dynasty iterations
Mission: Life is endless, struggle is endless
