(No golden fingers, no skills, slow enthusiasm, the historical torrent of Mongolia and Song Dynasties)
The first year of Duanping. When the Jin Dynasty died, the Song Dynasty lost its barrier.
Emperor Yun was newly established, twenty-six years old, and wanted to be the master of Zhongxing. Dismiss powerful ministers, advocate Neo-Confucianism, open up a way of speaking, and be indifferent to both the government and the public. He was ordered to leave the army, take back Kaifeng, and return to Luoyang. Things backfired - the collapse of Luo gave Mongolia the excuse. The Song-Meng alliance split.
There will be no peace in Shu from now on.
Who is Jin'an? Waking up in a different generation, on a journey against the odds. He has no strength to restrain a chicken, no knowledge of the art of war, no understanding of the government's situation, no weapons in his hands, and no good plans in his heart. Everything is nothing more than a mortal body, a vision and ear from another world.
I also knew fear at first. I want to hide in the market, I want to stay out of things, I want to be irrelevant to this world. However, as the iron hoof moves southward, everything it passes is ruins; the city of Chengdu is high and the pond is deep, unable to stop the dust of Hu Qi; there are hundreds of thousands of Jinguan households, and the smoke from cooking is getting thinner and thinner every day. I just realized that once I enter this world, there is no way out.
He learned how to hold fire among the ruins, and discerned the footprints among the corpses. After losing everything, he came to a realization: people are not born to dare to do something, but they are forced to do something by force and emotion, and finally have to act.
From Jinlang, he became the secret line, from the hidden line, he became the messenger soldier, from the messenger soldier, he became the one who led the women and children out of the city - he didn't know when his change occurred. But one day when I was washing my hands in the stream, I saw a shadow in the water: the face no longer had the blank look when I first woke up, but there was a rusty look between the eyebrows.
Victory or defeat is unknown. It is uncertain whether what was done was right or wrong. But he knows one thing: there are several people here, and he doesn't want them to die. If there must be someone standing in front of you, then stand him.
This is not a legend of a divine helper, but a real record of an ordinary person who worked hard in troubled times and finally became a man of iron.
