Once he traveled through time, he fell into the war-torn ancient times. In front of him are the ruins of a dilapidated village, and behind him are the alien cavalry looking at him with eager eyes. There is no food in his belly, no blade in his hand, and he is surrounded by displaced women, children, the elderly and the weak. As a soul from modern times, he carries with him the insight and tenacity beyond the times to carve a way out in desperate situations.
There is no golden finger against the sky, only a lonely courage and step-by-step calculation; without the support of the powerful family, the prestige can only be built with blood and sweat. He curbed his sharpness, searched for vitality in the ruins, used simple techniques to improve living conditions, and won the trust of his first followers.
Faced with the tragic situation of rogue bandits looting and starving people everywhere, he suppressed the shock in his heart, took the lead in forming a escort force, and used modern tactical thinking to resolve crises one after another. Against the background of undercurrents in the court and separatism among princes, he not only has to resist the invasion of external aliens, but also has to deal with the strife and betrayal of internal forces.
From a dilapidated village in a corner of peace to a gradually growing force, he has gone through the test of life and death, witnessed the warmth and warmth of human nature, protected his subordinates with iron-blooded methods, and laid out the future with a long-term vision. In the end, he will earn a piece of peace in this troubled world, and let the glory of iron-blooded shine on the mountains and rivers.
