Food is exhausted! A lack of armor! Friendly troops betrayed!
The imperial court cut off the confession and sent only a group of death row prisoners and desperadoes.
Facing the Northern Wei Dynasty's 300,000-strong army, Chen Qingzhi had no way out.
He did not rely on the emperor's favor or reinforcements, but only relied on seven thousand white robes to head north!
Since you can't go back, then fight your way out!
Sweep the forty-seven cities, trample Heyin to pieces, wash the king's flag with blood, and take Luoyang directly!
Everyone calls him the "White-robed God of War," but they don't know that this is just a fatal outcome that is destined to be tragic.
When the torrent engulfs the canyon, seven thousand men will lose their ink.
The moment he shaved his head and returned south, Chen Qingzhi understood:
There is no longer a white robe in this world, leaving only a lasting sound that no one can replicate.
