“Lose the land and you lose the people; lose both the people and the land. Once every eyesore is dead, the world will naturally be at peace.”
In the ninth year of Xiantong, on the eve of the empire’s collapse.
Li Sui, a lowly soldier from a frontier fort who crawled out of a heap of corpses, traded half a meal for his first thirty followers.
He cares nothing for honor or benevolence. He believes only in the utmost pragmatism.
You want to charge me with cavalry? I’ll meet you with three thousand heavily armored troops, their long-bladed Mo Dao raised like a forest, crushing men and horses alike!
You want to outmaneuver me? I’ll use Sichuan’s endless stores of grain to build strongholds and wear you down in a battle of attrition!
From the desert sands to the splendid south, from a lowly border soldier to an emperor for the ages.
