Jingkang fifth year, mid-October. The Canglang River is not completely frozen yet. On the grassland on the other side of the river, three thousand beggar-faced knights were approaching. Li Jing, 23 years old, is the seventh captain of the Sui School. After eight years in the frontier army, no one thought there was anything special about him - his swordsmanship was not amazing, his riding skills were not top-notch, and the school competition was always a "narrow victory". The soldiers privately said that he "looks more like a teacher than a general." But in the seventh year of Sui, there was not a single deserter. Literacy classes enabled the commander to understand battlefield markings, and bamboo whistles made three hundred men charge more silently and sharply than the army. He used two years and days of eating from the same pot to refine a group of hungry frontier soldiers into a sword. Now the knife is coming out of its sheath. The couple crossed the river three days later. Tianheng's food and salary arrears for eight months. No one in the court cares about the life or death of a Bian Sui. Li Jing stood on the beacon tower, smelling the smoke in the wind, and knew that what was supposed to come would eventually come. What he didn't know was that three thousand riders was just the beginning. The 400,000 cavalrymen who had been given out were still gathering in the depths of the grassland, and the hidden arrows in the direction were already aimed at him, and the question he never dared to think about was approaching everyone's throat: If you can't hold on anymore, should you change the world? ——"Tianheng: Jing'an" is a story about "not letting people die in vain".
Very readable and immersive