Yellow Turban Rebel: I Picked up Fifty-Seven Pounds of Black Iron

Li Xin, the leader of the defeated army, was dressed in a yellow turban. Flames flew up to the military flag. The officers and soldiers crouched in the shadows, waiting for us to kill each other. Da Fei roared to assemble, and I kicked over the tent and pulled out a fifty-seven-pound black iron spear from the ashes—a bowl-shaped mouth, blood-stained, and dark red. He gripped the pole so tightly that his palms hurt, and when he smashed the fire, sparks flew across his face: In this troubled world, you can survive with good iron tools.