His name is Qin Song, a special tactics instructor from the twenty-first century. He wakes up sprawled among the corpses on the Songjin battlefield, with severed limbs weighing down his body and the ghost of a Tang dynasty man living in his mind.
That ghost is named Li Cunxiao. A Flying Tiger General from the late Tang dynasty, he is brutal, domineering, and strong enough to lift a massive cauldron. He says, “I owe this world a life. You owe me the fulfillment of a promise. We’ll call it even after both debts are paid.”
A modern soul and a Tang dynasty ghost share one battered body.
They crawl out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, escape the Qing cavalry, turn a band of routed soldiers into an army, and raise a banner on a deserted island.
Qin Song has seen Qin Liangyu’s white-pole banners, held Li Dingguo’s saber, and stood the final watch aboard Zheng Chenggong’s warship.
He knows the Tang dynasty fell, the Song dynasty fell, and the Ming dynasty is on the brink of falling, too. But he also knows that some things are not done because they can succeed, but because they must be done.
