At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Yellow Turban War swept the world.
When Chen Chong woke up, he was wearing stinky linen clothes, a cracked Changge in his hand, and in front of him was a bowl of gruel with enough rice grains to count. From a paleontology graduate student to a refugee recruit among the Yellow Turban Bandits, it took him three full days to accept the fact that he was not dreaming.
There is no romance here with heroes appearing in large numbers, only the cruelty of bones being exposed in the wild and no roosters crowing for thousands of miles. The so-called knives of famous generals throughout the ages are mostly filled with dead bones of silence; the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality cannot be exchanged for half a piece of moldy wheat cake.
Chen Chong just wants to live and have food to eat.
But when he stopped his companions from swinging their knives at women and children for the first time, when he gave the saved rations to the children who were about to starve to death, when someone knelt in front of him and called him "benefactor" for the first time - he discovered that in this world of cannibalism, wanting to be a "human" is the most difficult thing in itself.
Starting from a bowl, to a city, a state, and then to the world.
He has no ambition to be a loner, but whenever he looks back, he is already surrounded by the eyes of his followers.
I just wanted to be alone, but the world wouldn't let me become a speck of dust. "
This is a story about how a man used a long sword to draw new rules for the era of collapse.
