[Feel-good power fantasy] + [Ancient warfare] + [Alternate history] + [Reclaim our homeland] + [No System]
The pillar of heaven breaks, rivers flood the land, the realm falls, and the people suffer.
As the only surviving member of the imperial clan, Zhao Zhe is escorted to the throne by civil and military officials and accepts the prostrations of his people.
Looking down at the dispirited, confused, desperate people, Zhao Zhe feels his heart twist in anguish. He draws the Emperor’s sword and points its tip ahead!
“Soldiers! There is no road left before us. Take your places at the front. Today, we die together!”
Like fireflies in the pitch-black night, hope kindles a light. Beneath its flickering glow, the Jin, Mongol, Western Xia, Dali, and Tubo forces in the shadows blink their greedy eyes and open their bloodstained mouths, swallowing it all in one bite...
