[Transmigration] [System] [Great Song] [Conquest]
Three years after Bianliang fell, Liu Jin climbed out of the stench of corpses in a mass grave in Hejian Prefecture, still clutching half a bloodstained wheat cake. The sight of his parents falling beneath the Jin army's horses was etched into his bones. Carrying the ruthless resolve of a young man, he picked up a blade in the chaos and protected refugees. From a nobody in a village, he gathered hundreds of righteous fighters, step by step crushing the Jin invaders' iron hooves, until the Han banners once again flew over the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun.
