The spring blossoms have faded, the autumn wind has entered the camp, and another year has come and gone.
Frost and snow bully, and the furious wind howls. Borders draw corners, enemies ride thousands of miles away.
Wei generals bravely rebelled against the northern desert, and Li Shizhen commanded tens of thousands of elite soldiers.
Fengcheng Palace, overlooking the mountains. I sigh at the heroes and generals, and I have not stopped complaining.
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CP: General & Strategist
Length: short to medium story
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