Chen Xu died.
He died late at night, working overtime, in the few blank seconds as the elevator plummeted.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a little boy in the mountains, alone and guarding his late father’s new grave, so hungry he was dizzy.
Fortunately, he had a System: every week, he could sign in to receive a military general from Chinese history.
In the first week, he signed in Wang Erniu. A third-rate nobody, strong enough to lift a giant cauldron, with an appetite to match.
In the second week, Li San. A third-rate nobody, weak and frail, but skilled at weaving straw sandals.
In the third week, Han Wu. A third-rate nobody, born to a family of hunters, able to shoot a hare eighty paces away.
In the fourth week, Zheng Da. A third-rate general, a veteran of twenty years in the army, who taught him how to stand, move, and thrust.
In the fifth week, Zhou Hu. A second-rate general, a border-army captain who defeated three hundred Turks with a hundred cavalrymen.
In the sixth week, Qin Wu. A first-rate general and the heir to a military family, who defeated three hundred bandits with fifty men.
In the seventh week, Zuo Tiancheng. A first-rate general, formerly a commandant, brave in battle and peerless at mounted archery.
In the eighth week, Liu Wu. A third-rate general and carpenter, skilled at building bed crossbows and catapults.
One after another, they were all nobodies from the margins of history books: forgotten defeated generals, disillusioned men, and poor souls frozen to death in ruined temples.
But here, by Chen Xu’s side, they found names, homes, and reasons to keep living.
From a child in a lonely village to the master of dozens of generals; from barely surviving in the mountains to guarding the northern frontier; from fleeing the ravages of war to founding a nation and proclaiming himself emperor...
This is a story about surviving.
It is also the story of a group of little people growing stronger, bit by bit, in a grand age.
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I'm reading Chapter 39 now. It's very well written. What's wrong with me? I feel like it's slowly being written very well.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Can be very beautiful