In the famine-stricken late Tang, the dead in Shiqiao Village have yet to be carried away when the grain collectors burst through the door.
Tu Tianba only wants to protect his grandfather and their few acres of poor farmland, but first he's forced to swing a club in front of everyone, then driven up into the mountains at night.
From protecting one village to rallying a stronghold, from seizing a single mouthful of grain to fighting for a chance to live.
He trains men, stockpiles grain, sets traps, raises horses, and wins people's hearts. Caught between warlords, prefectures and counties, and roving soldiers, he intends to carve out a foundation of his own by sheer force.
In this chaotic age, there's no point in arguing what's right.
If you want to survive, you first need a blade, food, and people willing to follow you.
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