Yicang, the only iron-blooded god of war in the Dayao Dynasty.
He joined the army at the age of seven and took command at the age of fifteen. After ten years of fighting, he flattened the three tribes in Mobei and recovered thousands of miles of lost land in Hexi. In exchange for his scars, he gained peace in the world and no war on the border.
The officers and soldiers of the three armies only know that there is a commander, but they don't know that there is a king.
Everyone in the world praised him for his unparalleled loyalty and bravery and his unparalleled achievements in the world, but only the emperor, who was high in the Zichen Palace, regarded him as a sharp knife piercing the heart of the imperial power and a hidden danger that kept him awake at night.
The cunning rabbit dies and the lackeys cook it; the tall bird disappears and the good bow is hidden.
After a great victory in northern Xinjiang, he returned from a bloody battle with his remaining soldiers. Instead of being rewarded with glory, what was waiting for him was rumors all over the city and a fall in the court. A series of unfounded charges of collaborating with the enemy and treason, privately raising dead soldiers, and coveting the imperial power were piled upon him.
He protected his family and country for ten years, protected his king for ten years, and finally became a rebellious minister who could be punished by everyone in the government and the public.
The coldest thing is to a king's heart, and the most painful thing is to sincerely feed a dog.
The emperor personally took away his military power, reduced his title, imprisoned him in the capital, and cut off all his escape routes. The colleagues he used to side by side with him were insulted, the people he desperately protected were scolded by him, and even his old friend whom he loved when he was young turned against the powerful.
The cold snow fell all over the prison clothes, and no one cared about the battle wounds all over his body.
Yicang looked at the majestic palace wall and finally smiled, his smile was desolate and broken.
"It is my fate to die on the battlefield after hundreds of battles. It is absurd to die under the suspicion of the emperor."
"From now on, my sword will return to the treasury, my armor will return to the dust, and I will no longer protect an inch of the mountains and rivers."
