The Journey of the Border Soldier to the God of Martial Arts

The Dayuan Dynasty lasted for five years in Chengning. Its foundation was not stable and the world was in turmoil. In the north, there are slaves building the pass, and in the west, there are rogue bandits. Within the border wall, the guardhouse collapsed and most of the military households fled. Those left behind are either the old and the weak with nowhere to go, or Yu Ding whose life is in vain. Hunger is a sharper killer than the sword. Cold is a nightmare more ruthless than the Tatars. In this chaotic military camp where people cannibalize people, propriety, justice and integrity have long been abandoned. To live is the only truth. Zhang Xiao touched the hot mark on his chest and swallowed the last mouthful of black beans mixed with chaff. He just wanted to live one more day in this military camp. He never thought that one day in the future, he would reach the top of martial arts.