[High-octane action + ensemble cast + political intrigue + brothels + the martial world + no System, just overwhelming intelligence]
[Graphic opening, enter at your own risk]
On a snowy plain at night, a hundred men in red armor are trampled into a bloody pulp by fire-driven oxen.
In the capital at night, sixty-five people are slaughtered outside a general’s mansion.
On Vermilion Bird Street, at Mount Beimang, at the Wei River crossing, fighting along the Yangtze, in the fine rain of Jiangnan…
In ten days, blood flows for fifteen hundred li.
…
The wind dies, the clouds still, the rain stops. A baby opens its eyes inside a coffin shop.
Two figures, one tall and one short,
make coffins, sell them, and sell fairness, the human world, joy and sorrow.
They make coffins, and bury as well: enemies, the old dynasty, the laws of Heaven.
A nine-year-old prodigy buys a brothel for twenty taels of silver.
The brothel sings “The Tune of the Rain Bells”…
Watch him use the misty rain of the brothel to wash away the debts of blood in the northern frontier.
