In the autumn of the 14th year of Zhengtong, Tumubao was defeated, the emperor went on a hunt in the north, and the capital was shaken.
Jiang Chen, a little uniformed guard general, should have struggled to survive in the chaos. But when the Vala iron cavalry came to the city, he discovered that every day he lived could replace ten years of cultivation.
The first day, the state of nourishing Qi.
On the tenth day, the realm of Tongmai.
The hundredth day, the innate realm.
Everyone thought he was a young hero who could turn the tide. Only Jiang Chen knew that he was racing against death every moment. When the big shots in the court began to pay attention to this sharp young man, and when all forces wanted to take him for their own use, Jiang Chen found that he had already been involved in a chess game that was more dangerous than the battlefield.
In the battle to defend the capital, he defended Chaoyang Gate with one sword and one man.
In the first year of Jingtai, he took charge of Fusi, Beizhen.
In the third year of Jingtai's reign, he pointed his sword at the cabinet.
Someone asked him why he walked so fast.
Jiang Chen looked at the blood-red lines on his palm that lost one day with every beat, and smiled.
"I'm in a hurry."
