In the first year of Yongping, it was bitterly cold in Liaodong, and frost and snow could kill people.
When Liu Yan woke up, he became an illegitimate son who was exiled to the border by the Han Dynasty and was in a deadlock.
In front are Qiu Liju's thousand-horse Wuhuan soldiers, their horses' hooves about to split the mountains and rivers.
Behind him, Gongsun Du, the governor of Liaodong, looked at him coldly, smiling to see when he would die.
In the city, there were only three hundred old and weak soldiers, twenty-seven stones of life-saving food, and two thousand refugees waiting to die in fear.
The weather, the right place, the right people, all are not mine.
This chess game seems to be a game of death and no life.
However, is the soul of modernity willing to be killed at the slightest opportunity?
In the desperate situation, a simple token shimmered, casting thousands of colors in his mind——
[Talent calling system, activated]
[Summonable target: Eternal Heroic Soul]
So, in this frozen world, Luomapo became the first cemetery.
It is as fat as the city, where the cold spear points, and Wuhuan's blood stains the snow.
And all this is just the beginning.
Han Xin reined in his horse and pointed to the Central Plains;
Zhang Juzheng wrote to liquidate the land and grain in the world;
Yue Fei held up his flag, carrying the Wei army soaring into the sky;
Shen Kuo watched the stars, and the craftsmanship was so ingenious!
Liu Yan stood with his hands behind his back in the land of Liaodong, with the stars behind him bowing and proclaiming themselves Lord.
"The Han Dynasty has collapsed, and the whole world is full of graves."
"Then it will be up to me to hold the blade of the system and summon thousands of talents..."
"Create a new heaven!"
