When a drop of blood fell into the snowfield of Xuanqi, I heard iron and fire whistling in my ears. I am Lu Zhao, a soul who does not belong to this land. I woke up in the wind and sand at the border, holding a broken blade in my hand and bearing a blood feud.
When I first came to this world, I was just a forgotten young general, facing the waves of frost cavalry pressing down on me, and I was left alone and helpless. But the whispers of the system sounded in my mind, and the tactics emerged like a star map - surround Wei and rescue Zhao, and a reversal of the weak defeating the strong quietly began. That was the first time I tasted "victory", and it was also the first time that fate bowed to me.
As I summoned Li Mu and Han Xin, improved weapons, and planned strategies, I rose from a lonely minister to a prince step by step. However, behind every glory, there is a heavy price: loyal people fall under the conspiracy, blood stains the ideal, and even I gradually can't tell whether I am controlling the system, or the system is leading me to the abyss of irreversible destiny.
When the world turns to iron and blood, when I stand on the top of Xuanqi, overlooking all living beings, one question always lingers: If history is just a lie written by the strong, then can true justice only be fought with another kind of violence?
Clear structure, super nice