On the flat ground five miles outside the Bishui Pass, a large camp stands alone,

The banner of "Changsha Taishou Sun" fluttered gently under the breeze. The sun had completely sunset, the sky was gradually darkening, and the fire began to rise in the camp, and torches were lit at this time.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Sun Jian touched his ancient ingot knife, and the extremely sharp blade reflected the cold light of the cold forest, which made people feel a chill when they saw it.

"Father!" A twelve-thirteen-and-a-half-year-old...

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