Snow has fallen at Yanmen Pass for forty years.
The old commander said, “We’re not defending the pass. We’re defending the farmers behind it.”
But the people had run out of food, too.
The court’s provisions were always on the way, while the Northern Rong’s blades were always poised above their heads. On the day Shen Tong took command of the Zhenwu Battalion, their grain would last only thirty days, and 150 cavalrymen outside the pass were waiting to kill him.
He had a “War Room” where he could wage battles in his mind.
But the War Room couldn’t predict people’s hearts, or that the young inspector sent here to pad his resume would stab him in the back.
Eight hundred brothers. Eight hundred lives.
Can they hold the pass?
The language is refined and the plot is gripping. In an era when time travel literature is rampant, this is a rare good book.
Watching and listening, first day
Good-looking, tense plot
I haven't seen such clean and pure writing in a long time. Good book, worth reading.
Come on, well written