The beggars sprinted with their legs, perhaps never running so desperately for themselves in their entire lives.,Those who walk off the battlefield know best the meaning of comradeship. Left Guanglie was acutely aware of his body, nearing its end, but he would never forget what brought him to this day.,Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky, the strong wind whipping his flaming robe and long hair. He raised his right hand. The wide sleeves of his crimson robe slipped down, revealing arms sculpted like jade.。