In the sixth year of Zhongping, the Han Dynasty was about to collapse, and Shuo Feng cried blood.
There is no omniscient and omnipotent time traveler, nor is there any golden finger that falls out of thin air. In this desperate Bingzhou border fortress, there are only corpses that are frozen solid and corrupt officials who drank the blood of their soldiers.
Chen Ting, a twenty-two-year-old border general with hundreds of troops, bravely pulled out the curled-edged Huanshou sword in the desperate situation.
What do you mean by Confucian benevolence and righteousness? What family rules are you talking about?
He killed Shangguan alive in the street, trampled the powerful Wu Bao to pieces, and suffocated the Wengcheng with two thousand barbarians! Chen Ting stepped on many bones, and with extremely violent tactics and keen political intuition, he used bloody heads to settle the first death score in this troubled world.
"Since taking a step back is an abyss, then I will take these wild dogs from the north and create a new king's law for the world!"
