Winter of the third year of the Yuan Dynasty·Northern Xinjiang
The wind blew up the gravel and hit the broken city wall, making a fine rustling sound. Yuan Wenkai reined in the reins and looked at the three words "Yumen Pass" like the fangs of a giant beast under the gray sky. The green horse snorted uneasily and dug out a deep hole in the snow.
"Sir, this city wall..." Guard Yuan Qi tightened his grip on the handle of his knife, and the end of his words was swallowed up by the howling cold wind.
The withered grass growing in the gaps between the city bricks trembled in the wind, and half of the barbarian wolf flag was stuck diagonally in the gap where the archery tower collapsed. Yuan Wenkai reached out and brushed the gold-plated and silver-plated tiger talisman around his waist—yesterday he was the fifth-rank Zhaowu Colonel of the Zhenbei Army, but today he has become the Yumen County Magistrate.
