A piece of blood and tears forgotten by history books, a soul struggling to survive in troubled times.
The great dynasty collapsed, leaving only a few strokes in the history books; the brutal battles and fighting left only a few names in the credit book.
But who has ever seen how the thousands of ants carried by the torrent paved the cornerstone of the "new dynasty" with their flesh and blood?
Chen Shitou, an ordinary garrison soldier at the northwest border, just wants to earn some military pay to offset taxes for his family.
The huge waves of the times knocked him into the Shura field. From the border to the Central Plains, he witnessed with his own eyes that the "King Master" turned into bandits who burned, killed, and looted. His faith collapsed in the flames of massacre of civilians, and his best friends fell like grass in the meaningless charge.
This is not the hymn of heroes, but the cry of survivors.
In the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, he learned to be cold and guarded the last trace of warmth. When the end of the empire came, and the new dynasty rewarded everyone for their merits, he was clothed in glory, but chose to take off his armor and return home.
Behind him is the illustrious fame, and in front of him is the desolate homeland. All he brought back were scars all over his body, an altar of ashes of his comrades, and an answer that no one could understand:
"No, I'm just... The one who survived."
