The beacon smoke of Wanli burns across thousands of miles of northern Xinjiang; the iron hooves of the Mongolian cavalry trample the border gates into peace. Once the general was wronged, the young man was stained with blood. From his first appearance on the Korean battlefield to his enduring humiliation at Yansui Frontier Fortress, Lin Fei's life was destined to be accompanied by war and bravery.
The bloodstains on the bluestone road are Weiliang's family feud, and the war smoke in Suiguang Castle is an unshakable national responsibility. He once harbored an obsession for revenge and wanted to seek innocence from the court, but in the harsh wind and yellow sand, he understood the mission of the border guards - to guard an inch of territory and protect the people. The fighting on the Wuding River, the elimination of traitors in Lijiabu, and the stubborn defense of Suiguang Fort. He used the spear as his bones and his loyalty and bravery as his soul to hold up the sky in the desperate situation, letting the shouts of "The border army is here, the Ming Dynasty is here" resound through the fortress wasteland.
This is a perseverance that spans half a lifetime, with the coldness of the separation of monarchs and ministers, the intrigue of traitors and traitors, the passion of people standing side by side, and the love and righteousness in troubled times. The prime minister's daughter has lost all her delicate features and is guarding the border with a gun; the foreign orchids value love and righteousness and fight against foreign aggression together; the Western knights come from afar to protect their righteousness with their lives; the loyal and brave generals follow each other life and death to guard the isolated city. A group of ordinary people, in the whirlpool of troubled times, used their flesh and blood as shields and the fire in their hearts as light, illuminating the darkness of the frontier and guarding the last glory of the Ming Dynasty in the northern frontier.
The solitary fortress stands on the fortress, and the firelight illuminates it for eternity. When the smoke cleared and the dead bones were buried in the yellow sand, the wind by the Wuding River still told the story of those who fought with loyalty and courage to face the national calamity and protected the common people with their lives. This ray of light is the belief of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty's frontier army, the hope of the people in troubled times, and the soul of defending the land that is engraved in the bones and blood of China and has never been extinguished.
