When Lin Wei, a student specializing in martial arts at the Sports University, lost consciousness on the soft mat in the training hall and opened her eyes again, her body under the coarse clothes was dripping with warm blood - she became Ahe, a commoner girl who had just been stabbed in the chest by a butcher's knife in troubled times.
Her Sanda skills made her a sensation in the fighting arena, and her physical fitness as a sports student allowed her to withstand extraordinary training. And those "whimsical ideas" that were ridiculed by her peers - using contour lines to draw maps, training by grouping muscle types, and designing lightweight equipment for scouts - would eventually carve out a way out in the desperate situation of Broken Water Ridge.
She once exposed her daughter to save a soldier on a rainy night, faced the clamor that "women cannot be in charge of soldiers", and silenced the crowd with a drill in which she defeated twice as many male soldiers; she also looked at the homeless people at the top of Luoyang City, grasped the wine bag handed by Qin Zhao, and found her own way of war in the torn between "a general should kill decisively" and "cannot bear to see the suffering of the common people".
From an orphan girl crawling out of a mountain of corpses into a sea of blood, to a general in red makeup and armor, the female barracks she led frightened the enemy and the enemy, and the marching plans she drew could determine the fate of the country. When the gates of Chang'an suddenly opened, and the red cloaks of the female soldiers behind her reflected the rising sun, Lin Wei suddenly understood: The so-called growth does not mean that the edges of modern people have been worn away and become cold, but that with the reverence for life, we can carve out a peaceful and prosperous era in troubled times.
This is a story about survival, growth and faith - when the modern soul falls into the ancient war smoke, she holds not only a halberd, but also the livelihood of millions of people; the makeup on her face is not red makeup, but a legend written with blood and resourcefulness.
