Fengzhenshanhe

In the second year of Chongzhen's reign, the cold wind carried snow particles and whipped it at the top of Ningyuan City. Lin Fu, a soldier from the border army, was wrapped in a uniform with exposed cotton wool and tightened the gapped waist knife in his hand. Below the city is the sound of the hoofbeats of Houjin's cavalry, and above the city are the green eyes of the brothers who have been hungry for three days. He originally wanted to get through this troubled world, but during a retreat, he ran into the orphan girl Qiuxue who was being chased by the rebels. In the light of the sword, for the first time, he tightened his grip on the sword not for survival, but for protection. From Ningyuan to Shanhaiguan, from Qin Wangbing to the refugee commander, Lin Fu led a group of hungry frontier soldiers, miners, and refugees to fight their way through Hou Jin's iron hoof and the suspicion of the official army. He has seen the bravest brother fall under his own sword, the most loyal woman who endured humiliation for the sake of her tribe, and the people in the court who are living in wealth and wealth and the border is covered with bones. Qiuxue's calmness, Hongmei's fierceness, Mengqin's wisdom, and Lingyan's bravery became the four lights in his bloody life. He used the captured Houjin war horses to arm the cavalry, used miners' explosives to blow open the city walls, used the squire's granary to help the refugees, and in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, he forged a group of stragglers into the "Northern Zhenbei Army". When the news came that Chongzhen Meishan had hanged himself, Lin Fu stood by the Yellow River, behind him were hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians waiting for food, and in front of him were the remnants of Dorgon's Eight Banners and Li Zicheng. He pulled out the gaping waist knife, and the blood stains on the knife reflected the setting sun: "If we don't protect the country of the Han family, who will protect it?" From a soldier in the frontier army to the founding emperor, he spent twenty years fighting to tell the world: The bones of the Han people have always been very hard.