In the autumn of the fourth year of Jianchu's reign, the wind at the Shanggu border fortress was like a knife cutting. Zhang Mo, the head of the pavilion, guarded the Yangguan Pavilion built with rammed earth and guarded the ten-mile beacon. During the day, he worked to catch thieves, and at night, he fell asleep with the howling of Yanshan wolves on his pillow. When the Xiongnu horse hooves broke the frosty color of the Great Wall, the rough palm lines of this taciturn little official were clutching the hardest gravel in the border counties of the Han Dynasty.
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The perspective is novel.
It has real twists and turns, simple description, and clarity as if you were facing the scene at that time.
The perspective is novel.
It has real twists and turns, simple description, and clarity as if you were facing the scene at that time.