The army massacred the village and the fire filled the sky. Lin Ye crawled out from the mountain of corpses, with only the eucalyptus longbow left by his father in his arms.
A shallow carving on the bow's body is the mark left by his naughty childhood, and it is also a scar that he dare not erase for the rest of his life.
Eight desperate refugees fled the wasteland together. With his good archery skills, he opened up wasteland, hoarded fields, recruited soldiers and built forts, and forcibly carved out a separate territory in the wasteland.
The King of Qi pressed heavy troops on the territory in an attempt to eradicate the enemy, but his cronies were secretly rebelling. Food and grass were cut off, and the isolated city was about to be destroyed.
The scratches on the bow gradually deepened, and the hatred between the country and the family in my heart never faded.
Newcomers open the book and ask for it to be collected and updated. It will be published as soon as the bow is full, and it will never be updated again.
