When Chen Yuan was sixteen, his wedding was stained with blood.
Hu Qi crushed the manor like locusts, his father's head was picked up on the tip of a spear, and his sister was kidnapped in front of his eyes.
From a well-dressed young master to a slave under the whip of a barbarian, he knelt in the bloody mud and gnawed on grass roots.
"Want to live?" Veteran Han Qi's scar danced in the firelight, "First learn to bite like a wild dog."
> After ten years of drinking ice, he climbed to the position of general on the bones of betrayers.
When Chen Yuan beheaded his former savior with his own hands, Chen Yuan laughed wildly in the heavy rain.
At the age of forty, his cavalry crushed the golden gates of Constantinople.
The attendant presented a map of the territory spanning Asia and Europe, but Chen Yuan was stroking the blood-stained hosta in his arms——
That was the last trace of my sister left in this world.
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