Twenty-four-year-old, national martial arts champion, died suddenly on the set.
At the age of sixteen, champion Hou Huo died of illness and woke up as a different person.
He is Lin Xiao and Huo Qubing.
When the momentum transfer theory of modern fighting collides with the cold weapon battlefield, and when the offensive and defensive rhythm of free fighting is rewritten as cavalry killing technique - the youngest imperial general in history is re-measuring the land under his feet with a pair of eyes that does not belong to this era.
But at this moment, there is no such thing as sealing the wolf to stay in Xu, and there is no such thing as drinking from the vast sea.
He lay in a side room in Princess Pingyang's mansion that was too shabby even for a mouse. He burned for two days and two nights, and his mother had to count the cloth coins to save even a pair of tonics.
Uncle Wei Qing had just returned from the great victory at Shuofang and worshiped the general, ranking him above the three princes.
And he only had one year.
A year later, during the Battle of Monan, eight hundred Qingqi went deep into the desert - that was the first opportunity given to him by history, and also the last.
But he is not fighting alone.
Zhao Ponu, Gao Bushi, Zhang Qian, Li Guang, Wei Qing, Emperor Wu of Han... The stars of the empire appeared one by one.
King Hunxie, King Xiutu, Yi Zhixie Shanyu - every villain has flesh and blood, making people love and hate them.
There was an undercurrent surging above the court hall, and the light of a sword loomed deep in the grassland.
This is not a person's cheating history.
This is a heroic map of an era, a life-and-death gamble concerning the fate of the country.
When the seventeen-year-old young general built an altar to worship heaven on the top of Langjuxu Mountain, no one knew——
In his soul lived a warrior from two thousand years later.
And what is hidden in that warrior's glove is the victory or defeat of the entire Mobei.
