On a snowy night, snow fell and torches were bright.
On the night with fluttering snowflakes, the battle was going on fiercely.
In the clanging of weapons, some people screamed and fell down; some people were injured and cried constantly; and some people shouted loudly and fought desperately...
All kinds of voices interwove into a tragic and sad war symphony.
On the battlefield, the snow-white ground was gradually dyed red by blood, giving off a strong smell of blood.
However, it soon condensed into ice.
Snowflakes were still flying, which were mingled with blood, and the battle was still in full swing.
Zhuang Shujun didn't have time to talk with Mu Qianmei, Liu Tingfeng, or others, so they all joined the battle.
This was a sad and tragic night. The snow was red with blood, and cou
