Such a formation is much larger than what the temple saw on that day. The duel between the temple was tragic, but not heroic - because the power of the two sides was too great.
This time, I only realized what a real war is.
It’s not that many people die, it’s called war.
Such a blood-stained battlefield is the real battlefield.
It is the real tactics and strategy.
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The piercing of flags passes through your fantasy, the battlefield
Bright red blood flows deep in the night, on the battlefield
Missing horse wanders on the edge of the wind, sand field
The dark sky blocks your injuries, the battlefield
…………
The star rises.
A ray of light quickly cut through the sky.
The spear in the third prince gradually lost its spear, and he pulled his horse and ran to the front.
It was a tall beacon tower.
Behind the beacon tower is the rolling Great Wall.
The emperors of the northern kingdom who regarded themselves as their descendants of "Changyi" wanted to curb the Han people, but their use of Han culture was so thorough.
The bright moon in the Qin Dynasty was the Han Dynasty.
The third prince suddenly saw the person standing on the beacon tower—
He was shocked.
That's the father.
It's His Majesty Luo Jia.
The crown on his head and the green feathers on the crown were all shining with a majestic cold light on the cold morning.
The third prince pointed a spear at him angrily.
I am still slightly inferior.
Just because he is the father.
No one knows a son is better than a father.
He was his son, so he was destined to fall to his feet.
Even in combat, even the battle with guns and live ammunition is not the opponent of His Majesty the Northern Emperor. He will never be the opponent!
The third prince was furious and whistled to the sky.
Many people stopped, including Yihun and Lu Li...
They all recognized this sound—the messy eyes under the iron armor.
So familiar, so similar to His Majesty Luo Jia on the beacon tower.