When Xie Heng woke up, the enemy's 100,000-strong army was approaching the city, but there were less than 3,000 soldiers in the city.
He looked up at the crumbling flags on the city wall, then lowered his head and flipped through the tattered military books on the table - there were no reinforcements, no food and grass, and even the city's defense equipment had been completely defeated by his predecessor.
People all over the city were waiting for him to make up his mind.
Xie Heng was silent for a moment and took out a broken bronze mirror from his arms. The mirror surface was mottled, as if it were just a piece of scrap metal. But he stared at the reflection in the mirror for three breaths, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curved in a way that no one could understand.
On the city wall, he began to arrange his troops.
Surround three buildings and leave the north gate empty.
Everyone was calling him crazy - the north gate leads directly to the imperial capital, and it was the main road used to send off enemy troops.
But no one knew that what he was looking at was never the 100,000 troops under the city, but behind the 100,000 troops, the sky that enveloped the entire dynasty and was about to collapse.
Xie Heng, a soldier at the border, wants to use these three thousand remaining soldiers to play a big game of chess for the world today.
The first son, the one who made the move has no chance of recovery.
