Eight Hundred Pacesetters Rush to the North Slope

About This Novel

In 1619 AD, the Battle of Sarhu was a disastrous defeat, and the most elite Shenji Battalion of the Ming Army was almost destroyed. The stuttering artilleryman Chen Beipo gathered 327 remnant soldiers in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. Carrying a lost secret book of artillery and a secret letter that could shake up the government, they walked in the opposite direction in the torrent of collapse - instead of escaping south, they headed north instead. From the snowfields of Liaodong to the grasslands of Mongolia, from the banks of the Yalu River to the isolated islands in the Bohai Sea, this "three hundred and twenty-seven" team reconstructed themselves in desperate situations: when they ran out of gunpowder, they used tongue twisters as weapons; when the establishment collapsed, they used local accents as a bond; when their identity was lost, they used "do not betray the Chinese language, do not harm women and children, and do not abandon the wounded" as their law. They have been forgotten by history, but have become the dark river of civilization. When the Golden Cavalry swept through Liaodong, when the imperial bureaucrats were busy with party disputes, this group of little people used the humblest and most tenacious way on the back of history to prove one thing: as long as there is still one voice that can be accurately passed down, civilization has not yet collapsed.

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