Hanshuo Fanglongxinglu

Tu Shenze's alkali frost turns white and turns yellow, and the beacon smoke is extinguished but still burning. The Han Dynasty had been in Dingzuo for four hundred years. When Emperor Ling died and Dong Zhuo entered Luo, it was like pouring wine from a bottle, and the prosperity of half a lifetime was turned into yellow sand. Duan Yi was originally a garrison soldier in the fortress. He held the gap ring head knife left by his father and guarded the thirty-mile solitary fire. There were seven soldiers in total. He has never seen the lights of the Zhumen in Luoyang, nor heard the high-minded talks of the ministers. He only knows that in the spring and autumn, when the enemy draws his sword, when the brothers are hungry, they share half of the cake, and when the farmers are empty, they mend the canals and weirs. When Ding Yuan was crowned leader, Lu Bu defected, and the flag of the Guandong Rebels was rolled up with wild jujubes, and everyone in the world was vying for the top spot, taking sides, and betting on family status, he stayed in the four cities of Dingshuofang, repaired the rammed earth walls, and practiced the four battalions of infantry and crossbows, slowly turning the chaos of the land into fireworks. The elm in front of Xingsi's base withered and then flourished again; the crossbow between Han Jian's arms was broken and then expanded again. The bright moon over the fortress has illuminated the children returning to the ridge after gleaning their ears for thousands of years, and it has also illuminated the disabled soldiers who broke out of the siege with their coins in hand. What is recorded in the history of the Qing Dynasty is nothing more than the competition for deer and the hegemony of heroes in the Central Plains. Wherever the shuofeng reaches, there are only knife marks and the fragrance of millet in Longtou. Everyone in the world thinks that the Three Kingdoms is a game of heroes, but every inch of land has always been fireworks held up by the flesh and blood of the living people - the tripod can be fought for, the territory cannot be abandoned; the sky can be chaotic, but the people cannot be separated.