The Age of Iron and Blood Knights

Seventeen-year-old Edwin was just a groom in the lord's mansion. The horses were fed, brushed, and shoveled every day, slept in a drafty woodshed, and ate teeth-hard black bread. He thought this would be it for the rest of his life. Until that night, Uncle Cripple told him: in three months, the lord will recruit a group of serfs to serve as auxiliary soldiers on the front line. His name is on the list. Out of ten people who go, it's good if one survives. Edwin didn't want to die. There is a piece of copper hanging around his neck, which he has worn since he was a child. The origin is unknown. But lately, every time I bleed, it gets hot. And those dreams. The sea of ​​fire, the red light, and the vague voice said "stay alive". Three months. He has three months to find a way to change his destiny. From a groom to a knight, from cannon fodder to a general, from a serf who didn't even deserve a name, the entire continent must remember his name. This is the story of a small person surviving in troubled times.