The martial Huns, the sinister Xianbei, the brutal Jie, the fierce Di, and the savage Qiang soldiers: the veils of history slowly lift. What a tragic age of chaos, what a farce of fame and fortune.
When human lives are as cheap as grass, where can one turn?
After one harrowing experience after another, and repeated baptisms of blood, Ling Hao finally understood that fate never puts pen to paper without purpose. His arrival, his mission, was to revive the Han people.
So we shall forge our spears and lances. So we shall share a common hatred. So we shall endure hardship and forge ahead.
The road to a powerful nation? Nothing beats the East Wind Express!
Many years later, facing the terrifyingly savage alliance of the Hu tribes, Ling Hao would surely recall that afternoon in the distant future, when one title after another was heaped upon him: the youngest PhD in nuclear physics in the world, a genius, a human elite blessed with both intelligence and good looks, and the nation's dream husband.
There was no going back.
The smoke of war dispersed. In its own unique way, war brought people pain, then repaid them with lessons.
The wives who had lost their husbands, the mothers who had lost their children: who among them did not grieve just as deeply?
"From now on, there will be no distinction between the Five Hu peoples, no division between barbarians and outsiders! Everywhere my gaze falls, there will be only Huaxia; all within Huaxia will be Xia people! This shall remain unchanged for a thousand autumns and ten thousand ages!"
The plot is very touching