I traveled through time and became the son of a lieutenant general whose father had just died at Dazhao Border Gate.
When he opened his eyes, his father's body was still cold, and five thousand barbarian cavalry outside the pass were already approaching the city.
There were less than 3,000 old, weak, sick and disabled people in the city, but the court ignored them, and the whole city was waiting to die.
But I have no intention of dying.
Isn't it just to defend the city? I have been in the army for nine years and have fought hard battles.
Boiling oil, rocks, and caltrops teach the prairie barbarians what modern defense is.
I just didn't expect that the woman who always brings me food in the middle of the night would be the last tenderness in this city...
At the beginning, I broke the barrier and I held on.
But what I want is more than just a city.
