Chapter 628: Sitting and Watching the Clouds Rise

Chapter 629: Autumn Sorrow Kills and Torments

Search within this forum

Browse by Tags

Followers: 213,584 Posts: 12,405,382

True Daoist masters fly to the heavens and burrow into the earth, capable of taking a person's head from a thousand miles away. Buddhist Bodhisattvas, with lowered brows and furious gazes, can shake Mount Kunlun with a mere raise of their hands. And who says a scholar lacks spirit? In a fit of rage, he dares to make the Son of Heaven show sorrow. Treading rivers, traversing lakes, stepping to the rhythm of songs, I possess a sword that makes immortals kneel. Wielding sabers, drawing swords, raising wine, three hundred thousand iron cavalry conquer the heavens. Welcome to the Feng Huo Xi Zhu Hou Readers' Forum.

4 replies, 1 page total

GONGZHULU

While checking for updates, don't forget to click 'Sign In' in the top right corner.

《》 on Zongheng.com, Author: Feng Huo Xi Zhu Hou

Link:

Mobile Link:

Red Tickets are free. After registering a Zongheng account and reaching a certain number of points, you will receive Red Tickets.

Every account can bookmark 《》.

Main Post for Chapter Serialization:

Please refrain from posting comments before the main content is fully published, and wait patiently.

Xuezong Bar Admin Log Link:

Xuezong Bar Elite Post Application Link:

Official Tieba Group Arbitration Team: 1681655 (Yaonie Bar, Yaonie Mighty)

Yaonie Club YY: 1655 (Yaonie Mighty)

Anyone who posts comments before the update content is fully published will be sent to the 'Small Black Room' (temporarily banned) for one day.

Member Privilege Early Access

Bid for First Reply:

Use T-Beans to claim the first reply to this post. The more T-Beans you bid, the harder it is to be surpassed!

Member Privilege Early Access to Front Row Reply 1970/01/01 07:00

GONGZHULU

Yu Dilong, having been born in Beiliang, might not have heard many tales or anecdotes of the martial arts world. Yet, even with his limited knowledge, he had heard people speak of the many immortal masters residing on Mount Wudang, all possessing an ethereal presence and the ability to summon wind and rain. Therefore, his ascent with his master this time was especially devout. Each time he encountered a Daoist on the mountain, regardless of age, he would earnestly stop and bow, a gesture that instead made the Wudang Daoists who recognized Xu Fengnian's identity quite flustered. Xu Fengnian did not stop the child's solemnity; this pure, childlike heart might be the foundation for Yu Dilong's future courageous progress in martial arts. A newborn calf fears no tiger; even if it survives once by luck, it will not escape the tiger's maw every time. As they climbed, Xu Fengnian quietly told Yu Dilong, "When one travels the martial arts world, achieving fearlessness falls into two categories. One is being unaware of the world's dangers, looking down on others, or having a powerful backing that makes one underestimate others. Such people are countless, and many of them die. The other kind, whether through their own insight or through the admonitions of elders, already understands the dangers of the martial arts world, yet remains steadfast and has a clear conscience. Such people are relatively few, but they are not necessarily less likely to die. The martial arts world is such a place: it doesn't care whether you're good or bad. If you're not good at navigating its currents or have bad luck, just one misstep can easily drown you. In just a few years, most of the masters who have died by your master's hand belonged to the latter category."

"Your junior sister Wang Sheng practices the sword, and she will never change her path in this life. Since ancient times, sword practice has involved disputes of spirit and technique. The one who understood this most thoroughly, who saw it most clearly, once cultivated on this very mountain. The reason I didn't let Wang Sheng come here to practice sword is that I feared the 'darkness under the lamp' – being on the mountain, she might not see the mountain clearly. So I simply let her go further to view the scenery. After all, she started at a very high level; if I were to excessively 'pull up the seedlings to help them grow,' she might end up like the 'embroidered pillow' sect leader of Chun Tie Caotang."

"Your junior brother Lu Yunzhang is full of sharp vigor, but also has a heavy killing intent. Relying solely on joining the army at the border to kill, while making his saber skills proficient, will only make his saber intent increasingly mundane, and his martial path narrower and narrower, eventually trapping him in his own cocoon. Even with Gu Jiantang's natural talent, without Gu Jiantang's breadth of vision, he certainly won't be able to cultivate a truly top-tier saber technique. That's why I sent him to the Fish Dragon Gang to temper himself for a few years. The myriad aspects of human life are a mirror; carefully observing one more person is like wiping the mirror surface one more time. One must understand oneself; the heart is not another's heart. Only by becoming an insightful person can one wield an insightful saber. A saber is single-edged, more focused on killing intent than a sword. The extremely rigid is easily broken. If he understands nothing clearly, he will sooner or later die by his own saber."

"As for you, you are still young. Why not learn from that fellow named Hong Shixiang on the mountain? There's no need to rush, nor is there a need to force yourself to reach a certain level. You are my only three disciples. The glory-seeking tasks, Lu Yunzhang rushes to claim, so it's not yet your turn, my eldest disciple. He's happy to take that burden off your shoulders. In this world, apart from the Crown Prince who is destined to sit on the Dragon Throne, no one is obligated to achieve great success. As long as you can protect yourself, any way you live your life is fine, as long as you are happy. Among the three, Wang Sheng is a bit different. Because she practices the sword, out of personal bias, I have taken on the role of a master and added a heavy burden to her. I must make this clear to you: you must not harbor resentment towards Wang Sheng because of this."

Yu Dilong, who was following Xu Fengnian up the steps, quickly waved his hands and said, "Master, your disciple would never! I wish my junior sister would cultivate the most formidable sword art. It doesn't matter if she's more powerful than me."

Xu Fengnian stopped and looked back at Yu Dilong. The child blushed slightly under his gaze. Xu Fengnian chuckled, "You certainly have good taste. Putting everything else aside, on this point, you have already deeply inherited your master's true legacy."

The child's physical aptitude and perfect enlightenment came so early that he surpassed his master Xu Fengnian by a vast distance. Now, having his naive thoughts exposed, he scratched his head and feigned foolishness. Xu Fengnian gazed into the distance and softly said, "If all three of you become greatly accomplished in the future, remember two points: there should be a life-or-death saber-sword contest between Wang Sheng and Lu Yunzhang. You don't need to stop them from competing then, but I hope you don't kill Lu Yunzhang in a fit of rage. Also, don't just learn your master's tendency to flirt and stir up trouble, but fail to learn his emotional detachment and lack of sentimentality. When a clever person falls truly in love, if they unfortunately encounter the wrong person, not dying is worse than death. Regardless of how grand or trivial, genuine or feigned, romantic dalliances rarely lead to true contentment. Look at Cao Changqing and Xuanyuan Jingcheng, then turn back to the unburdened Deng Taia..."

Xu Fengnian stopped speaking midway. Yu Dilong, having heard half, waited for a long time for the rest but none came. He looked up at his master, who claimed to be emotionally detached. After slowly returning to his senses, Xu Fengnian ruffled Yu Dilong's hair and asked with a smile, "Who do you think your future mistress will be?"

Yu Dilong paused, then quickly and decisively said, "Pei Nanwei!"

Xu Fengnian flicked the child's forehead with a bent finger. "It's good to side with family over principle, but those who achieve great things are often of a balanced and moderate temperament. Your master suffered many losses in the past; you must learn from my mistakes."

Yu Dilong sighed, his entire face wrinkled in complaint. "Master, you've spoken so much wisdom today; I can't absorb it all at once!"

Xu Fengnian smiled and said that being able to eat was a blessing. Indeed, he said no more to his disciple, and the two silently continued their ascent up the mountain steps together. Under the tacit instruction of the local government, Qingliang Mountain donated several large sums of money to Mount Wudang and provided much manpower, helping to construct a series of magnificent or exquisite buildings on the mountain, such as the Xuanwu Hall, Stargazing Pavilion, and Talisman Bureau. Furthermore, at a scenic and secluded spot on the mountainside, a school was built. The ethereal music of Daoism intertwined perfectly with the clear sounds of reading, complementing each other. Many dilapidated old buildings on Mount Wudang, which had previously been beyond repair, were also renovated. The incense offerings on the mountain were already growing ever more vigorous, and with the New King of Beiliang's undisguised strong support, the human presence and vitality of Mount Wudang had visibly increased far beyond what it was before, even if ordinary pilgrims couldn't discern if the spiritual energy had grown. On the first and fifteenth day of each lunar month, tourists flocked like weaving threads, and the vibrancy of the incense offerings could almost rival that of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

After meeting with the venerable Elder Chen Yao, who oversaw discipline, Xu Fengnian settled by the Xixiang Pool, where he had once practiced his saber skills. He did not deliberately restrict Yu Dilong, letting the child roam freely on the mountain. Xu Fengnian spent most of his time sitting in silent meditation on a large rock in the pool, finally stemming the signs of his internal qi circulation rapidly collapsing. The "pond surface" slowly began to rise again. During this period, express couriers continuously delivered relatively important red-marked official documents from the Wutong Courtyard to the mountain. In his spare time, while his body was steadily recovering, Xu Fengnian would meticulously review every official document. Besides the express couriers handling political affairs, confidential military matters from the border were relayed to Mount Wudang by seasoned spies from the Fushui Chamber. Among these spies were some newly recruited martial arts experts, all of whom had been screened by Chu Lushan, the chief of spies. It was unrealistic to expect these individuals to fight to the death on the battlefield, but for performing such relaxed and leisurely tasks, people would flock to them. Selecting martial artists to serve as elite couriers was one of the suggestions proposed by Wang Lüting, who had taken over the Golden Thread Weaving Bureau from Li Xifeng. Additionally, the Golden Thread Weaving Bureau, established within Lingzhou, set up weaving offices in the other three prefectures. While these offices could not directly participate in local administration, bandit suppression, or impeachment, they could assist Qingliang Mountain with secret reports to monitor various affairs. Moreover, it was also at Wang Lüting's suggestion that over twenty academies across Liang, Ling, and You prefectures, led by three literary luminaries, would monthly select three "champion essays" of any genre. The winners would directly obtain official positions within Beiliang Dao. An interesting detail here is that the literary giant responsible for reviewing essays in Liangzhou was none other than Wang Chudong, who wrote "First Snow." However, the essays that actually reached Xu Fengnian's desk were more often the "rejected writings" with sharp criticisms and political commentary. Although much of their writing and intent was biased, even treasonous, these scholars were quietly registered in the Wutong Courtyard's archives without their knowledge. Many of their frustrated works, crumpled manuscripts they had discarded into wastebaskets, would appear on the desks of Wutong Courtyard in Qingliang Mountain a few days later.

The thatched cottage where Xu Fengnian temporarily resided was almost constantly lit at night.

One turbulent night, amidst wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, after reading all the Beiliang intelligence reports and Liyang court gazettes that had been delivered, Xu Fengnian singled out three documents and spread them on his desk. One was from Huaiyang Pass, where the border protectorate was located, handwritten by Chu Lushan. They say one's handwriting reflects one's character, but Chu Lushan's handwriting was exceptionally delicate and gentle, almost a woman's script, completely incongruous with his corpulent physique. The confidential letter reported the general progress of integrating migrants from Liuzhou into the army. After Beiliang Dao relaxed its border controls, there was an initial surge of migrants entering, with over four thousand people crossing the border in one month. However, very few chose to join the Beiliang army, almost negligible. It was only after news spread that Xu Fengnian, the King of Beiliang, had defeated Wang Xianzhi, that a large wave of people finally arrived, spurred on by Yang Guangdou, the new Prefect of Liuzhou. In just ten days, six thousand people voluntarily requested to enlist at the border.

Although twenty years of continuous warfare during the Spring and Autumn period had long proven that no general "worth ten thousand men" lived long, a military force with such a core figure was vastly different from one without. Xu Fengnian, Chu Lushan, Yuan Zuozong, and others did not believe that the fierce migrants could form their own army in Liuzhou, nor did they believe they could withstand the impact of Beimang's iron cavalry. Tens of thousands of migrants might indeed be capable of fighting on horseback, but a mature military force could maintain morale even after one or two tenths of casualties. These migrants, seemingly large in number, would be easily shattered when truly engaging a strong enemy, and might even disrupt Beiliang's existing formations. Therefore, the best course of action was to disperse these migrants into the border army, and then transfer some of Beiliang's elite to Liuzhou, to serve as the backbone for resisting Beimang's cavalry in the future. However, such matters could not be forced. Although migrants would have no worries about food and clothing after joining the army, it was still a job where one's life was on the line. No one was foolish; it was better to live poorly than to die gloriously.

Xu Fengnian scoffed, "The title of 'number one under heaven' is still quite useful."

The confidential letter also mentioned various frictions between the newly enlisted migrants and veteran soldiers, with some even resorting to murder due to unbearable humiliation, almost leading to mutiny. In the letter, Chu Lushan stated that all migrants involved in such incidents had been executed.

Xu Fengnian sighed. Although those migrants who had survived piles of dead bodies were fierce and brave, how dared they actively stir up trouble within the Beiliang army? Naturally, the veteran border soldiers, who inherently looked down on migrants, had committed excessive acts first. It could be said that the deaths of these migrants were extremely frustrating and unjust. However, Xu Fengnian did not intend to change Chu Lushan's decision. Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. Within military camps, veterans widely bullying new recruits was a pervasive problem that no commanding general could completely eradicate. Veteran border soldiers oppressing migrant recruits should be punished. But migrant recruits violating rules and prohibitions must be killed. Migrants only had one chance to rise: to fight on the battlefield in the future, earning the sincere respect of the veterans and being regarded as brothers in arms. There was no other path.

The second document came from the Wutong Courtyard. Liyang was vigorously suppressing Buddhism, and displaced monks entering the border were as numerous as fish crossing a river. Chaos was inevitable, and naturally, not everyone was a truly enlightened monk devoted to Buddhism and free from worldly dust; their very practice of Buddhism meant they had not yet achieved Buddhahood. Among them were many famous monks accustomed to living in luxury, who sought "temple land grants" (land exempt from taxes) from the authorities through various channels, ostensibly to build temples and pray for Xu Fengnian, the King of Beiliang. Disputes and disagreements arose within the Wutong Courtyard regarding this matter. Xu Weixiong, the principal in charge, argued that not only should this loophole not be opened, but local authorities should be ordered to severely reprimand and expel these monks. Lu Chengyan, on the other hand, suggested outwardly appeasing them while secretly remaining vigilant, simply delaying and not agreeing, thereby avoiding a complete fallout.

Xu Fengnian rubbed his temples and smiled bitterly, "One uses thunderous means, the other a Bodhisattva's compassion; neither seems wrong. Let's just pretend I didn't see this document."

The third document was very interesting, coming from Liyang. It had undergone many twists and turns before finally reaching Beiliang, a feat achieved not only by the power of money but also by considerable luck. Between Guangling Dao and Nanjing Ji, there was a man-made lake called Yan Jiao Lake, created after Liyang unified the realm. It was said to be for suppressing the lingering dragon qi of Western Chu. There was an island in the lake with a storehouse, heavily guarded, specifically for storing the Yellow Registers produced every five years by each province of the dynasty, which recorded household, farmland, and tax levy information for all Liyang regions. But the world did not know that besides the Yellow Registers managed by the Ministry of Revenue in the capital, there was an even more obscure archive. Apart from the current Grand Secretary, not even the principal officials of the various ministries, or even the Imperial Secretariat and Chancellery, could access it: the registers of various regional armies. This stemmed from the late emperor's order to compile "Divisions of Various Offices and Responsibilities." To both determine the accurate number of cultivated lands and protect military secrets, a compromise was reached: the Yellow Registers for military agricultural colonies were separately assigned to numerous ministries and prefectures. Guangling Dao was originally the granary of the realm and was quite concealed, but the amount of land in Liang-Liao was surprisingly high, undoubtedly due to it being tied to these registers. The former Right Vice Minister of War, Liu Mao, was impeached by Prince Gongliang, Zhao Siqi, who managed Yan Jiao Lake, for requesting these registers. This royal kinsman, in accordance with protocol, submitted an impeachment. The slow-witted Liu Mao then repeatedly submitted petitions of apology but still couldn't retain his official position as Right Vice Minister of War. He was demoted to the miasma-ridden barbarian lands of Yan Chi Dao, where he eventually died in office.

This time, affected by the Western Chu restoration, Yan Jiao Lake began a large-scale northward relocation. During this process, none of the original registers were missing, but many duplicate copies inexplicably appeared. Most flowed into Guangling Dao, while a small portion scattered among the populace. Beiliang spies embedded in the region half-bought and half-snatched a share from a group of martial artists.

The numbers on the Yellow Registers were static, but observant people could discern many dynamic insights.

Just then, Xu Fengnian also requested a large stack of intelligence reports from the Fushui Chamber concerning military garrisons in Guangling Dao over the years. Xu Fengnian originally knew that the Zhao imperial family had appointed the old Grand Tutor of Western Chu, Sun Xiji, as the Commissioner of Military Affairs. While seemingly "releasing the tiger back to the mountains," it was in fact an invitation into a trap to capture all the "turtles" large and small. However, looking at the carefully deduced truth, Xu Fengnian could confirm one thing: those garrison commanders who loudly complained to their troops about the court's lack of military funds, seemingly righteous in their complaints that the court heavily favored the Liang-Liao defense line, were in fact merely lining their own pockets. The court, under the joint leadership of Zhang Julu and the remarkably adept "touching stone into gold" Minister of Revenue, Wang Xiongong, had not in the slightest shortchanged the garrisons within the realm. It was not surprising that local garrisons would loudly complain; the "crying child gets the milk." But in Xu Fengnian's view, the greed of these generals in Guangling Dao had reached a truly shocking level. However, this was also Zhang Julu reaping what he sowed. It was he who had single-handedly created the situation of "Southerners going north to serve as officials, and Northerners going south to serve as generals." Although this move severed the two powerful aristocratic groups of Jiangnan and the North from their respective local ties, when that group of northern generals arrived in Guangling Dao, they already had the backing of neighboring families close to the Zhao imperial family's ancestral lands. How could these warriors, who prided themselves on their fathers having established the empire, be anything but greedy? And Guangling Dao was itself a rich but criminalized territory that the court led in exploiting; would they have any scruples? For over a decade, almost every position of real power saw incumbents serving two to four terms, with everyone taking turns to loot. Who cared about the people's livelihoods or sentiments within the region?

Xu Fengnian softly said, "Too much is as bad as too little."

Xu Fengnian rose and walked to a wall where a large geographical map encompassing the old Chu kingdom and the entire southern capital region was hung.

If names are not correct, words will not be persuasive; if words are not persuasive, affairs will not be accomplished.

Now, both Liyang and Western Chu could claim legitimacy. The former held sway over the land, aiming to quell rebellion and restore order. The latter raised the banner of Central Plains orthodoxy. This was not two hundred years after its fall, but merely twenty years later. When Western Chu fell, even historians believed "the fault lay not with the emperor, his subjects, or the common people." Western Chu's demise was viewed by countless scholars with profound sorrow as the "Divine Land sinking."

Xu Fengnian gazed at the map. Unlike common crude border maps, this one depicted mountains, rivers, strategic passes, and military garrisons in extremely detailed fashion. Any place that could potentially be used for military campaigns was included without omission, and the number of armored troops and households in each area was clearly marked and frequently updated.

On this map, a very subtle movement and stillness were presented. Still were the various forces of the "Jingnan" rebellious princes, and the main camps of Vice Minister of War Lu Shenxiang, who was temporarily granted high command, the forty thousand elite infantry led by Yang Shenxing, and the thirty thousand cavalry-heavy forces commanded by Yan Zhenchun.

At Youlu Pass, where Lu Shenxiang was stationed, it was said that military orders were difficult to enforce.

Yang Shenxing's troops were deployed in the Western Yu region, eyeing it covetously. Behind this old Spring and Autumn general followed a large number of eager noble scions. Western Yu was a mountainous region, interspersed with many rivers, and had numerous east-west corridors and transverse valleys. It was neither a military dead end nor an isolated land, but one with interconnected forces.

And Yan Zhenchun was located on the Eastern Yu plain. The terrain was flat and open; though lacking strategic defenses, it had historically been a convenient route for cavalry maneuvers and troop deployments. If Yan Zhenchun had not had so little contact with the capital's aristocratic families, more people would have actually wanted to join Old General Yan's command to gain military merits sooner and in greater numbers. After all, the Western Chu remnants could be crushed in an instant. At that time, how could two-legged infantry run as fast as cavalry on horseback?

The three forces were temporarily holding their positions, but according to the latest intelligence, Western Chu's combat strength was subtly surging. Except for the relatively quiet southern region, the forces of the old capital had spread out in all directions, especially along the northern line, where there was even greater uncertainty. At first glance, it looked like a headless fly darting about, full of obvious flaws and vulnerabilities.

Xu Fengnian squinted at the map, trying to discern the thoughts of Cao Changqing, the Confucian general who had not shone brightly during the Spring and Autumn period. Xu Fengnian, for his own Beiliang, though merely a guardian of the empire established by his father, deeply understood the importance of ambushes. This was true for the few thousand armored soldiers hidden for years in Qingcheng Mountain and the two bandit groups on the border, and it would also apply to the cavalry inserted into the Western Regions for a long-distance northern advance. Within a single battle, precise deployment of follow-up forces was crucial. This was why heavy cavalry could deliver a decisive blow on the battlefield. Over the years, many groups of bandits had crossed borders and caused trouble around the former Western Chu kingdom. The Guangling King Zhao Yi's troops were able to maintain a relatively high combat effectiveness, thanks in no small part to these bandits serving as training targets. This led Zhao Yi to disdain Yan Chi King Zhao Bing and brazenly claim he could contend with Beiliang's iron cavalry. Among the several princes who carved out their own territories, Jiaodong King Zhao Sui, despite his geographical advantage of being on the border, had seen his combat power continuously decline over the years due to the double suppression from the court and Gu Jiantang, preventing him from directly confronting Beimang.

Xu Fengnian was searching for the location of Cao Changqing's elite troops, and he believed that the high-ranking officials in the Ministry of War in Tai'an City were also watching intently.

Back then, the Great Chu, which aspired to unify the realm, not only had the "Sage of War" Jiang Baikui as its pillar of strength but, more importantly, possessed countless excellent generals. It had 120,000 Great Halberdiers, representing the pinnacle of infantry combat power, and a massive cavalry force nurtured with vast amounts of gold and silver, both light and heavy cavalry being virtually invincible.

Now, Western Chu's Great Halberdiers had vanished, and new heavy cavalry had yet to surface. The forces displayed on this map currently consisted mainly of the 20,000 "rebel" troops responsible for garrisoning the old capital of Western Chu, along with accumulated 80,000 troops from various military garrisons and passes. The civilian bandits hidden in various places were conservatively estimated to be no less than 30,000, and their combat power would far exceed that of the 80,000, being on par with the 20,000 imperial guards. However, in a war between two nations, the underlying strength supported by popular will and national power is crucial. Prestige brings military recruits; people are willing to fight for it. Financial strength ensures no disadvantage in equipment. Between two roughly equivalent forces, the quantity of weapons and quality of armor can determine victory or defeat, unless one side's general issues a fatally incompetent order. But the problem now was that almost no one could confirm how many thousands or tens of thousands of Western Chu remnants would die for the surname "Jiang."

Xu Fengnian's gaze shifted further north, to where Gu Jiantang's 300,000 border troops, the true elite force of the Liyang Dynasty, were located.

Xu Fengnian slowly retracted his gaze, turning his attention to the map where Western Shu and Southern Zhao connected.

The two best military strategists in the current Liyang Dynasty: one had nothing to do, unable to go north and unable to go south. The other sought trouble, using the "Imperial Timber Chaos" case as a pretext to lead troops south. It was said he only brought eight hundred armored soldiers.

Xu Fengnian sat back at his desk, closing his eyes in concentration.

There was no map of the Beiliang-Beimang standoff hanging in the room, because he didn't need to look at it; it was all etched into his mind. Nor did he, the King of Beiliang, need to exhaust himself with border military affairs. The reason was simple.

After nearly twenty years of diligent management, Beiliang's border defenses had been perfected.

If Beimang's southern court sent only 400,000 troops south,

Beiliang would unceremoniously consume them.

If Beimang launched a full-scale invasion of the realm,

It would simply be a fight to the death.

Of course, it could also be understood as waiting for death, or, more euphemistically, mutual destruction.

Xu Fengnian left the cottage and walked to the bank of the Xixiang Pool. The small path was paved with pebbles from the pool, tightly arranged. After years of impact and washing by rain and pool water, the already less angular pebbles had become even smoother and rounder. Xu Fengnian took off his boots, carried them in his hand, and slowly walked on the pebble path. A refreshing, yet not cold, comfortable sensation permeated the soles of his feet.

Xu Fengnian jumped onto the large bluestone, lay down, gazed at the starry sky, and then closed his eyes.

How many millions of people in Guangling Dao would not survive this autumn?

And how many millions of Beiliang people would not survive the next autumn?

Type: Casual Competitive

Recommended:

Top Games Played by Forum Users

Popularity: 307788

Popularity: 293916

Type: Simulation Management

Popularity: 253652

Popularity: 211644

Popularity: 210634