This is the story of a group of people who are destined to "have no such name"——
A witch carved words on the hide of a dead comrade; a coachman heard the master's last words while crushing his ribs; a Qin soldier carried a comrade with a broken leg for thirty miles on a snowy road; a small county clerk spent thirty years waiting for the words "I made the right bet."
The sound of tortoise shells cracking, the thin sound of footprints being filled with snow, the hum of bones being broken in the palm of your hand - these are sounds that official history will not write about.
They carved words in the gaps to occupy a place for those who could not come back.
From Shang and Zhou Dynasties to the Three Kingdoms. Don't overturn history, just engrave the name on the back.
