The beacon smoke is thousands of miles away, and the troops are rising, and the Hanhai is flying across the night. The iron coat shines coldly on the mountain and the moon, and the blood on the carved saddle is dyed red by the setting sun…
The beacon smoke is thousands of miles away, and the troops are rising, and the Hanhai is flying across the night. The iron coat shines coldly on the mountain and the moon, and the blood on the carved saddle is dyed red by the setting sun…