Drunken Beauty

The skies above Anyang City were blood red.

The flames from the battles burned from morning till night in an endless blaze.

The blood glow that rushed into the sky mixed with the sunset.

Like a dream, like an illusion.

Among the flames of war, the unassuming Anyang City stood tall and did not fall.

Lianpo rode on his war horse; his eyebrows locked tight.

The stubbornness of the enemy troops far exceeded his expectations. In the afternoon, there were three to four times when they nearly took down the city wall. Time after time, they were repelled.

A true iron army.

Thinking about the current Jiangdong Warriors, who were going all out on the main battlefield, probably only they could go head-to-head against these enemy troops.

Amazement was amazement, but his eyebrows tightened up more and more. Although the lord did not make matters clear and did not blame anyone, he could feel that the lord was not happy with the situation and him.