Iron-Blooded Beacon Smoke

The seven-foot iron spear tore through the night, and the young man's spine pressed against the beacon smoke of the entire Wei Dynasty. Li Zhao wiped away the bloody scab on his face, and the rough slave shackles could not lock the spark in his eyes - that night when the prairie cavalry crushed the border wall, he clutched the enemy's broken knife tightly and tore the first way out in the bloody dawn. Hidden arrows from the court and scimitars from outside the wall were thrust into his throat at the same time. Zhao Hu, the reckless general, carried a hammer and knocked open the camp door: "Brother! The wolf cub from Beidi is here again to show off his military merits! "When the slave mark is burned into the pattern of the tiger talisman, this young man from a poor family who has been stepped into the quagmire will eventually use his military skills to carve the most violent battle flag on the imperial hegemony.