In the 16th year of Chongzhen, a truly chaotic world: horseshoes like rain, shouts like thunder, and blood pouring out. The white hair of a loving mother in the Central Plains, the distant view of a spring girl in the south of the Yangtze River, and the crying of a child in Hunan at night. Farewell, the general's wide-eyed angry eyes are hunting for the military flag in the early wind. One after another of smoke and dust, the land of China trembles under the iron hooves of the Tartars...Qin Mu holds the giant sword in his hand, behind him is a black The big flag with the characters of Qin is dark, deep, cruel, mysterious, and solemn. It is a symbol of power and strength. Under the big flag, the black iron flow is like a raging sea, just like the one that swept across the country back then. The Iron Army of Liuhe. My ambition is not rewarding. It is still suffering. There are crying marks everywhere in the mountains and rivers. Kill! However, there is joy in the suffering. You don’t see the fragrance, you serve wine, and you lie on the waves when you are drunk. You should be like this...