What should come will always come.
After the downfall of Lu Bu, Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, Liu Biao and Liu Bei, only Jiangdong was the fetter of Cao Cao.
I wonder what this picturesque country will look like after 800 thousand fighters surge.
I don't want to think about it, let alone dare to think about it.
I only know that before the last drop of blood runs out, I will hold the sword in my hand, hold Jiangdong, and hold this land that embodies countless sweat and hopes of my father and brother.
Every inch of land here smells like father and brother.
Why give it away?
Why should I use my hegemony to fulfill the hegemony of others?
Unwilling, more unwilling/
Now, even if I won the war, I never thought it would be so brilliant.
Overlooking Linjiang, the fierce inflammation is still tireless, and the sound of 80,000 to 30,000 elite remnants in the north is endless, which sounds like the sound of nature to me.
The soldiers in Jiangdong are full of murder, shouting and killing, and I have been intoxicated for a long time since I started again.
Ironically, yesterday, the long Yangtze River was still trembling in Cao Jun's murderous look. Now, it has been completely destroyed by the raging fire in Sun Shi, splashing a deep red.
"My husband became famous for milling, and I made contributions for my life ..."
I want to create not only a reputation, but a king's industry that will stand in future generations! I want to comfort not only my own life, but all Sun Shi ancestors who look up to the throne!
Fierce inflammation, burn the Yangtze River into an endless hell on earth, and cast my imperial career into an impregnable Jiuding!
Hum, yes, after the downfall of Lu Bu, Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, Liu Biao and Liu Bei, Cao Cao's fetter was only Jiangdong.
And who is left after this world war I that shocked history? Who else?
Keep this victorious smile, greet the victorious soldiers, greet the cheers of the elders in Jiangdong, and greet the country within reach.
What should come will always come.
After the downfall of Lu Bu, Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, Liu Biao and Liu Bei, only Jiangdong was the fetter of Cao Cao.
I wonder what this picturesque country will look like after 800 thousand fighters surge.
I don't want to think about it, let alone dare to think about it.
I only know that before the last drop of blood runs out, I will hold the sword in my hand, hold Jiangdong, and hold this land that embodies countless sweat and hopes of my father and brother.
Every inch of land here smells like father and brother.
Why give it away?
Why should I use my hegemony to fulfill the hegemony of others?
Unwilling, more unwilling/
Now, even if I won the war, I never thought it would be so brilliant.
Looking at Linjiang, the fierce inflammation is still tireless, and the sound of 80,000 to 30,000 elite remnants in the north is endless, which sounds like nature to me.
The soldiers in Jiangdong are full of murder, shouting and killing, and I have been intoxicated for a long time since I started again.
Ironically, yesterday, the long Yangtze River was still trembling in Cao Jun's murderous look. Now, it has been completely destroyed by the raging fire in Sun Shi, splashing a deep red.
"My husband became famous for milling, and I made contributions for my life ..."
I want to create not only a reputation, but a king's industry that will stand in future generations! I want to comfort not only my own life, but all Sun Shi ancestors who look up to the throne!
Fierce inflammation, burn the Yangtze River into an endless hell on earth, and cast my imperial career into an impregnable Jiuding!
Hum, yes, after the downfall of Lu Bu, Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, Liu Biao and Liu Bei, Cao Cao's fetter was only Jiangdong.
And who is left after this world war I that shocked history? Who else?
Keep this victorious smile to meet the victorious soldiers, the cheers of the elders in Jiangdong, and the country within reach.