At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the county gates were closed and bandits were coming. Cheng Yaojin only had thirty-seven local warriors, three bows, and seven spears in his hands.
He can fight, but he can't lead troops; if he dares to turn around to save people, he will also let the people around him die because of a wrong order.
From Dong'axiang Yong to Wagang Hussar, from Luoyang to the Qin King's command, he didn't know who would win. He only believed in a dead end: anyone who followed him would be accounted for if he was missing one.
But when thirty-seven people turn into thousands of troops, can the person who is always willing to look back still recognize who is one of his own?
