Anxi Fengyan

In the autumn of Tianbao's fourteenth year, there were still three months before Fan Yang raised troops in Anlu Mountain. The Populus euphratica outside Kucha City was just yellow, and Yun Ji woke up from a big dream and became one of the ten generals of the Anxi Protectorate, with a thousand cavalry under his command. The horses were good horses, the swords were good swords, and the people were veterans who crawled out of the dead in Talas. He knew that Fan Yang's beacon fire would illuminate half of the world in three months. He knew that Feng Changqing and Gao Xianzhi would die unjustly in Tongguan. He knew that Ge Shuhan would be forced by the emperor to leave seclusion and send away an army of 200,000. He knew what the world would be like. All he could do was to sharpen the knife in his hand in the Gobi, drive a mile in the snowy night, pick up one more escaped common people in Fufeng, kill one more rebel in Xiangji Temple, and bring back one more veteran from Anxi in Yecheng. Someone asked him, you are a frontier general, why do you care about the world? Yun Ji reined in his horse, glanced at Chang'an in the east, and then looked back at Anxi in the west. I'm a soldier. The duty of a soldier is to stop this world from getting worse. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.