In the ninth year of Xiantong, there was a severe drought in the Jianghuai River and a locust plague covered the sky.
Thousands of miles of red land yielded no harvest, exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes were tripled, the officers and soldiers killed good people and took credit for their merits, and vassal towns were looted by soldiers. The glorious Tang Dynasty was already rotten to the core, and it was nothing more than a hell on earth.
Chen Wang, a farmer's son, lost his family overnight.
His father was beaten to death by the police, his mother was forced to hang herself, and the thin farmland that she depended on for survival was snatched away by the evil gentry. He went from a peaceful farmer to a precarious refugee in troubled times.
There is no heaven-defying system, no time-traveling prophet, and no aristocratic family to back him up.
With only his brute strength and a military book left by a garrison, he led the desperate villagers to build a fort in Mopan Mountain on the Huaihe River and took root.
They cleared wasteland and built canals, hoarded food and trained troops, forged armor and weapons, and carved out a piece of pure land in troubled times.
Do corrupt officials dare to come and steal food? Cut!
Dare the rebels and bandits come to plunder? Kill!
Are high-ranking officials in the imperial court promising to be welcomed with generous salaries? Reject with cold eyes!
General Chongtian invited him to share the world? Just get out!
He doesn't chase deer, he doesn't claim to be emperor, he doesn't rebel, he has only one obsession in his life:
In this man-eating chaos at the end of the Tang Dynasty, it has nothing to do with me whether the prince or general Xiang Ning is born. I just want to protect the land under my feet, protect the people around me, and build a safe haven for thousands of refugees to live in.
No matter how your dynasty changes, and wars are everywhere, my Huaituwu Fort is here, and it is the home of all people!
