Wolf smoke was rising and the border was cold. He opened his eyes from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
In his previous life, he was the king of special forces, but in this life he is a lonely soldier guarding the border.
An official document brought back an orphan girl who had committed a crime. I thought it was just an extra pair of hands to take care of the housework.
Little did he know that this woman's weak shoulders could carry the rear of thousands of troops.
The swords of the female village master of the village fell into his arms and then under his command one after another.
When the wars of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms reached the border, he slowly drew the iron bow on the abandoned sentry tower.
The bow is like the full moon, and the arrow is like a shooting star.
Behind him is the gunpowder quietly prepared; under his feet are traps all over the mountains and forests.
What he wanted was never to be a pawn.
——Instead, let this world have a different surname.
