The king of Qin swept Liuhe, how majestic it was to look at him like a tiger. This is an unprecedentedly huge empire, and it is also an era when all people are just stupid dogs. The Great Wall was built in the north and the Five Ridges were garrisoned in the south. Under tyranny and harsh laws, the fate of countless Guizhou leaders was crushed like dust. The young man "Mo", an ordinary farmer from the hometown of Zhao, was taken to the Great Wall of the North like a Shura field by a military order. Here, life is worthless, and survival is the only luxury. He witnessed the miracles made of blood and bones, and also witnessed the endless darkness under the glory of the empire. When survival becomes a luxury, when the fire of resistance is quietly ignited in despair, can the roar of an unknown person shake the towering wall of the empire?
