In the last years of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, war broke out across the land of Liaodong. The battle of Sarhu was a disastrous defeat, the elite of the Ming Dynasty were all lost, and the Jurchen cavalry in Jianzhou were like black clouds. Above the decaying court, party strife raged; under the border wall, there were piles of bones.
Liao Xinghe, a special forces soldier who accidentally fell into the battlefield of the late Ming Dynasty from modern times, struggled to survive in the cracks of history using his broken body as a blade. He personally experienced the Sarhu Purgatory, transformed into a sharp sword at the head of Ningyuan City, and used gunpowder and iron blood to fight against the Eight Banners cavalry. Yuan Chonghuan, the Liaodong manager who was destined to leave a tragic mark in the history books, used the isolated city as a chess piece and struggled in the whirlpool of intrigue and loyalty.
The conspiracy of the Jin Palace is entrenched in the court like a poisonous snake. The private seal of Zhang Weixian, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, is stamped on a secret letter of collaboration with the enemy. There are two faces hidden under the chainmail of Zu Dashou, the general of Liaodong. Dongzhu and fire guns in Jinzhou granary are intertwined into a big net that swallows up loyal souls.
From the Hunhe Ice Grotto to Ningyuan City, from the undercurrent of Juehua Island to the smoke of Shanhaiguan, the cavalry trampled not only the territory, but also the hearts of the people. Amidst the roar of firearms exploding, fierce fire oil mixed with private salt eroded through the city wall, and the wheels of history rolled over countless corpses that had not yet been cold, leaving behind a remnant of the chess game - some used blood as ink to write a Jedi counterattack on the frozen soil; some used power as a blade to split mountains and rivers in the dark night.
This is a tragic song of iron and fire, a life-and-death struggle between a loyal soul and a traitor, and a desperate struggle of a modern soul in the torrent of history. When the icy edges of the Hun River turned into blood, and the "Yuan" flag at the top of Ningyuan City finally turned into ashes, who could see clearly in the ashes - was this festering Ming Dynasty destroyed by the iron hoof of foreign enemies, or was it a poisonous miasma that destroyed people's hearts?
