He was an illegitimate son, born into a slave, and was called a "bastard" since he was a child.
At the age of seventeen, he led eight hundred cavalry deep into the desert, beheaded two thousand, and became a champion. At the age of nineteen, he settled in Hexi, surrendered to the Xiongnu to sacrifice the Heavenly Jinren, opened up the Silk Road, and said, "If the Xiongnu is not destroyed, why should we take care of our family?" At the age of twenty-two, he led 50,000 cavalry in a two-thousand-mile raid, climbed Mount Langjuxu to worship heaven, and drank from the vast sea of horses - fulfilling the highest dream of any Chinese military general in history.
Then, at twenty-four, he died.
There is only one word written in the history books: "dead".
No one knows where he came from, no one knows why he died. For two thousand years, people only know that he is the God of War, but they do not know who bullied this God of War in his childhood, who he learned archery from as a boy, what he said to his mother before he went to war, and whether anyone was with him before he died.
This novel is not about romance. It writes about a real person - the baby who was born in the woodshed of Pingyang Marquis Mansion, the boy who was taught how to ride a horse by his uncle Wei Qing, and the young general who was both loved and feared by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.
From the son of a slave to the war god of the Han Dynasty, he only lived for twenty-four years. But these twenty-four years have changed the destiny of the entire China.
Turn the first page and go back to the winter of 140 BC. The woodshed door opened.
