C61 Flying swallow in the rain

In the desolate fields of fishing yang, the spring wind was blowing slowly. Three cavalrymen galloped over from the horizon, the "get it!" sound of their horses' hooves traveled very far in the empty fields of fishing yang, rushing towards the cavalry camp outside of Yu Yang City like a tornado.

"Reporting..." Commandant of Youzhou sent an urgent letter. "

Following Cheng Yuanzhi, Deng Mao