A Border Soldier's Path to Martial God

The Great Yuan Dynasty, Year Five of Chengning. Its foundations are still unstable, and the realm is in turmoil.

To the north, the Jian Nu besiege the passes; to the west, bandits rise everywhere.

Within the frontier walls, the garrisons have crumbled, and seven or eight out of every ten military households have fled.

Those left behind are either old and weak with nowhere to go, or surplus soldiers whose lives are worth less than grass.

Hunger is a killer sharper than any blade.

Cold is a nightmare more merciless than the Tartars.

In this chaotic military camp where people eat one another, propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame have long since been cast aside.

Survival is the only truth.

Zhang Xiao touched the burning mark on his chest and swallowed the last mouthful of horse feed, black beans mixed with bran.

All he wanted was to survive one more day in this camp.

He never imagined that one day he would reach the pinnacle of martial arts.