At the end of the Tang Dynasty, the world was in chaos.
In the battle of Lulongsai, 12,000 people were defeated. Shen Heying, Chai Hu, Gou Laoliu, Gua'er - one hundred and twenty-seven remnant soldiers were defeated and fled into the Gobi. Only twenty-three were left.
They huddled in an abandoned city with no name on the map, like twenty-three wild dogs, waiting to starve to death or be hacked to death by the next person who passed by.
Until the man named Yan Muyun knocked on their broken door at night.
He was missing half of his little finger, had an arrow scar on his face, walked in a strange way, and spoke with a patchwork accent. He said he was looking for someone. He said there was a city ahead that was occupied by the Tibetans, but no one wanted it. He asked them: Do you dare to go?
No one dares. But no one wants to continue to be a wild dog.
So they went east.
To the east is a dead end. To the east, there is a burned-out city, forty or fifty Tibetans, and seven captives tied like grasshoppers. To the east, there were twenty-two half-dead soldiers facing a group of cavalry that looked like wolves and tigers.
But there are some things that you have to do even if you can't win.
This is a story about defeat, but also a story about rallying. A group of people who don't know why they are alive suddenly want to try a different way of living.
