In the seventh year of Guanghe's reign, the yellow turban of Taiping Road rolled across the land of Jizhou, and the mountains and rivers of the four-hundred-year-old Han Dynasty were crumbling in the smoke of war.
When Hao Rui, a modern graduate student, opened his eyes, he was lying among the corpses in Anping County. The arrow wounds under his ribs were so deep that the bones were visible. In his ears, he could hear the killing cries of thousands of yellow scarves that shook the world. The city wall collapsed, the general fell and was injured, the morale of the hundreds of remaining soldiers was lost, and the gap in the southern city wall had been broken open - according to the history books, this small border county could not even leave its name, and it would turn into scorched earth within three days.
Reinforcements cannot be waited for, and it is death to hold on and fight in the streets.
In a desperate situation, Hao Rui dragged his injured body and made a choice that no one could understand: abandon the city wall and leave the city with all his troops.
It's not a charge, it's road construction.
With the pit as the first pass, the sloping wall as the second line of defense, and the arc-shaped urn city as the final move, the minimalist logic of modern engineering fell on the loess of the late Han Dynasty, and three lines of death defense were built abruptly in the open space. Twenty people attacked the enemy camp at night, and three rockets burned thousands of thieves' food and grass. Overnight, the inevitable situation was reversed.
The centurion crawled out from the pile of corpses and set foot on the chessboard of the troubled times of the late Han Dynasty.
They cultivated the fields to stabilize the people, trained their troops and made weapons, accumulated wealth and troops in the gaps between the heroes, and built camps step by step in the broken mountains and rivers.
He has seen the palace fire in Luoyang, stepped on the yellow sand in the north of the Great Wall, and watched the afterglow of the four hundred years of Han Dynasty sink into the smoke and dust of history little by little.
With the wisdom of today's people, I illuminate the mountains and rivers of the Han Dynasty; with the body of commoners, I write the glorious chapter of the troubled times.
This is a story about an ordinary person who was left a thousand years ago and struggled to survive in the torrent of the times. It is also a reverie about the mountains and rivers that reflect the hundreds of years of war in the late Han Dynasty.
