The border town is so small that you have to get closer on the map to find it. But what it blocks is the millions of iron cavalry from the northern alien race.
Lin Beixuan has been here for twenty-three years. From Juvenile Town to Baotou, the enemies killed are buried all over the barren slopes. Every gap in the knife called "Beak Off" is a life. The foreigners call him the "Killing God", and the humans call him "Beixuan Gong".
Until a prisoner drew a prophecy on the dungeon wall: You are not a hero, you are a disaster. Every kill feeds the monster inside you.
Lin Beixuan took off his armor and left the city alone to die.
But as soon as he pushed open the city gate, heavy footsteps came from behind. Three thousand border troops and tens of thousands of civilians knelt on the ground. The white-haired old woman held up the military flag full of holes and caught up with him, tiptoeing to put it on his shoulders: "General, it's freezing cold, please don't catch a cold."
At that moment, he suddenly realized that he was not a disaster. He is the flag these people choose to write to. That flag can die but cannot fall.
On the day of the decisive battle, millions of enemy troops pressed into the territory. Lin Beixuan died in battle at the top of the city, standing with his sword in hand and not falling down. The foreign commander was silent for a long time and ordered the troops to retreat: "He is still there."
When people of later generations talk about border towns, they will always say one sentence -
Duke Xuan of Beixuan is here, and the city is here.
Heroes will die. But the place where the hero has conquered will not collapse.
