After transmigrating into the chaos of the Five Barbarians, I opened my eyes to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Two bronze talismans bound my fate to that of a cold-blooded young woman in this troubled age. She can sense life and death; I can remember history.
Deep in the Taihang Mountains, we held the ruined Duanyun Pass with a few dozen scattered survivors.
When our arrows ran out, we used stones. When the stones were gone, we used knives. When the blades grew dull, we used our teeth.
The barbarian cavalry called us "two-legged sheep," but they had no idea...
We had spent three years fortifying this pass.
Beneath every brick lay a fallen brother, and every streak of blood had been tempered in fire.
As Shi Le's wolf banners drew near the pass, Chu Ying rested a hand on her sword and asked me, "How much longer can we hold?"
I said, "Until the pass falls, until every last one of us is gone, until they remember..."
"The bones of the Han are harder than their blades."
The writing is very good, the logic is clear, and the characters are well expressed. Come on