He blocked the Huns' millions of cavalry, but could not block the king's edict.
He guarded Zhao's thousands of miles of borders, but he couldn't guard an inch of the people's hearts in the court.
In the wind and snow in northern Xinjiang, he was the "Flying General" who made the Hu people afraid; in the deep palace of Handan, he was the "thorn in the eyes" that made the powerful have insomnia.
From the defeated soldiers crawling out of Changping Corpse Mountain to the lonely light of Mayi's beacon fire; from Wu Anjun, who became a god in the battle at Yingchou Gorge, to Bairen Valley where he died with a glass of poisoned wine - Li Mu's name was carved into the tombstone of history with the blood of the Huns, the bones of the Qin army, and Zhao's own suspicion.
This is not a heroic epic.
This is the story of how a famous general was strangled inch by inch by his own country.
When you turn the first page, what hits your face is not blood, but despair colder than outside the Great Wall; when you close the last page, what you remember is not victory, but the truth that is sharper than a knife's edge.
"General, in Handan, those who can win battles... Will not die well."
——This time, history did not lie.
"Wu'an Jun Gray"
A bloody history of the Warring States that tears away the heroic filter
A tragic song for a general buried under the noose of power
If you dare to see how real history swallows up ideals,
If you dare to hear the silent destruction at the end of loyalty -
So, please turn this page.
It doesn't give you hope, only the truth.
