Wait Until the Beacon Smoke Falls All over the River

Troubled times collapsed, Anshi set fire to the prairie fire, and the centuries-old foundation of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was shattered in one day. The bones are buried in Tongguan, blood spills in Beimang, the mountains and rivers are broken and there is no king, and the people are homeless and homeless. Seventeen-year-old Lu Linyuan is the last lone gun in troubled times. The disciples are all dead, their colleagues are dead in battle, there is no one in the court to help, and there is no one in the world to save the world. He fought his way out of the Corpse Mountain, collected the refugees and gathered the remnant soldiers, held up the flag of righteousness with his body of commoners, and carried the world on his shoulders as a young man. The Huai River resisted the powerful enemy, burned the enemy's food in the dark night, united the righteous forces from all over the world, and shattered the two capitals again. Three years of hundreds of battles, scars all over his body, and one hand holding up the crumbling Datang Mountains and Rivers. When Anlu Mountain was conferred, Shi Siming was captured, the smoke of war cleared, and the world was at peace. The government and the public were rewarded for their merits, and thousands of households were granted the title of marquis, but he declined all of them. Success does not exist, power does not exist. Guarding the green mountains of Beimang alone, accompanied by loyal souls and bones, never missing a shot, guarding the Yong'an of the Tang Dynasty year after year.