This is a village whose backbone has been bent by taxes, and an era where bandits have trampled on hope. He picked up the survival instinct with a homemade bow and arrow and laid a death trap deep in the jungle; he used the principle of leverage to stir up a farming civilization that had been dormant for thousands of years, and weaved the first industrial network between the blacksmith shop and the carpentry workshop. The eyes of the villagers ranged from ridicule to awe, like the undercurrent flowing quietly under the ice in winter.
However, rising is never easy. When Wei Fan took his newlywed wife into the city to watch the lantern festival, the bandits' torches lit up the entire village. He clenched his fists and his knuckles cracked, as if he was crushing the rules of the old world. Training local warriors, making friends with heroes, and building an intelligence network - every step is done on the edge of a knife. And an even bigger storm is brewing in the heart of the empire: the Beidi cavalry breaks through the border, the tyrannical rule of the fatuous emperor forces a civil uprising, and Wei Fan stands on the edge of the cliff, with his wife, children, and brothers behind him, and in front of him is the beacon smoke.
He once used a tunnel to conquer a copper wall and an iron wall, and also used a poisonous water battle to expose the myth of a cult. Wuying's spear slashed through the night sky, Chen Ce's chess pieces fell silently, and Zhao Ming's bow and arrow tore apart the curtain of lies. But every victory comes with a price of blood. Brothers died in battle, allies betrayed their oaths, and enemies pressed closer and closer - Wei Fan's world had never been stable.
