Li Yunlong: If I could lead the Independent Regiment to crush Sakata in northwest Shanxi, then I can lead the Zhenbei Army to take down our neighbors in Great Qian!
Elite troops? Damn it, I've spent my whole life fighting elite troops!
I don't care how high their rank is. Take the bastard down first, then we'll talk!
After a cup of poisoned wine burned its way through him, the disgraced prince Li Yun opened his eyes in the body of a war god!
Three thousand iron cavalry smashed through an ambush at the Eastern Palace, and a bloodstained golden token cut through the snowstorm at Zhenbei Pass.
He forged Mo Dao blades that could cleave heavy armor and trained wolf cavalry that drank blood and devoured flesh. At the Tanggula Mountain Pass, he shattered the Tibetan cavalry; at Mount Fuji's crater, he burned the Japanese war beacons to ash...
Secret attacks at court? He cut them down with his blade! An allied army hundreds of thousands strong? He broke their horses' legs!
When the crown prince launched a coup, Li Yunlong rode back to the Golden Throne Hall in his old armor, scarred by thirty-seven sword cuts. But before the dragon throne, he tore apart his imperial robes: “My blade is only for foreign enemies!”
Fifty years of war, eight thousand li of bloodshed, and the wolf-head banner flew above the tents of kings across the Four Barbarians.
Even in old age, he led his troops in a desperate defense of a lone city. With a spear through his belly, he still roared, “The wolf banner will never fall!” He fought on until the stars went out over the mountain pass.
History's pages ran red with tears: The Prince of Zhenbei never became emperor, yet he etched the spirit of Great Qian's army into the heavens. Wherever the wolf banner pointed became a place to draw the sword!
When facing the enemy, draw your sword without asking whether you'll win.
Take life and death in stride. If you won't accept it, then fight.
Fast-paced, no female lead.
(If you prefer a slower pace, this may not be for you.)
