Three hundred years after the founding of the great Sheng Dynasty, the country was rich and wealthy, but its bones were weak. The Northern Captive Dayan marched southward, the old capital fell, the two emperors hunted north, the emperor crossed south, blindly seeking peace - the three words "Chen Mou Yan" were about to fall on a piece of paper. In the temple, the king is very powerful and the king is suspicious. He would rather lose half of the battle than allow a single general to win.
But on the eve of the country's subjugation, when everyone was on their knees begging for survival, seventeen young people who were dissatisfied with each other and even mortal enemies of each other, from the frontier army, from the city ships, from the rivers and lakes, from the palace walls, from the occupied northern land, each grasped the thing that the country lacked to survive. The one they want to fight first is not the barbarians, but this stupid king and power; they are not of the same mind, but they dare to draw their swords.
There was only one thing, they were exactly the same: they both refused to accept their fate.
(This is the story of a kneeling dynasty that was lifted up by seventeen hands. This is the first of three parts in the series.)
