The Rise of the Yang Clan in the Three Kingdoms

The autumn wind is bleak and the rain is lingering. Yang Zihan stood in the open space surrounded by the corpses of soldiers, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Knife, kill the Snow Winged Eagle angrily!" "Mountains, soaring boldly into the sky!" "The blood is boiling and burning!" "Someone, kill Cao Cao live!" "The author admits that he is a novice in history. Please don't mind some of the details. Isn't it just fun to read the book?" Discussion group: 326682618