Burn the enemy to death, or burn yourself to death.

A Qianhu was riding on a horse, holding a sword that was eight feet long. He raised his head and looked at the sky. Then he raised his right hand and put it on his chest.

My heart, like the sky, is full of depression.

Full of hope again.

If Huanglong is gone, Liaodong will be incomplete.

Even if they defeated Goguryeo, they would greatly expand their territory.

But we Han people in Liaodong still live in humiliation.

It's like a beast trapped in this cage.

Just like this sky.

Depressed.

But after the rain, the sky clears up.

The hundred households got off the high platform, walked up to General Wang Gui in full view, knelt down on one knee, and reported: "General Wang, Your Majesty has an order. Chunyuan has launched an attack, and I have ordered you to go out into battle."

Wang Gui and the whole army were in an uproar.
Chapter completed!