Through a Hundred Battles in Yellow Sands, Our Golden Armor Worn Thin

The winds of Linyang's eighteen provinces: half swept across the rivers and lakes along the road he traveled with his hair bound and sword in hand, while the other half carried the smoke of war from the frontier, staining his cold armor. Born into a military family, Yue Jinghe grew up surrounded by his father and brothers, steeped in the ways of warfare, bows drawn taut and yellow sands swept by the wind. But he loathed the power struggles at court and longed for the freedom of the martial world. With a sword in hand and a dream in his heart, he vowed to travel every corner of the land and become a carefree swordsman who repaid kindness and enmity alike. Who could have guessed that flames of war would suddenly engulf the frontier? Eighteen tribes of Xiongnu joined forces and rode across the Great Wall, advancing straight toward Chang'an. The country was in peril, shattering all his carefree dreams. In his youth, Yue Jinghe took up arms and rode to the battlefield beside his father and brothers, shouldering the burden of the land stretching thousands of miles. He led the cavalry to break through enemy ranks and behead their commanders. Yet when news of the Yue army's victories reached the imperial court, they received not rewards, but a false accusation of treason. His silver armor stained with blood, his sword coated in dust, the young general stood beneath the city tower. Behind him was a court determined to frame him, and before him stood an enemy army watching like a tiger poised to pounce. At the final moment before dusk fell, the old jinshi said to Yue Jinghe, "You, of all people, are the only young nobleman I know who would lie around on my Zuishan Peak. One day, enemy forces will invade these eighteen provinces of Linyang like a wildfire. The land will fall into chaos, the court will watch from the sidelines, and the people will be plunged into misery. Your Highness, what will you do?" Yue Jinghe rose and pointed two fingers toward the setting sun. His clear voice rang out: "Then I'll draw my sword!" - "He is Linyang's bravest eagle. Dressed in golden armor, he rides a white horse through the yellow sands of the great desert, a red-tasseled spear in hand and a red ribbon fluttering in the wind. He looks like a heavenly god. I think I finally understand what my father meant when he said that when you love someone, you compare him to Loulan." "He is my Loulan." A carefree swordsman who later becomes a young general, the gong, x a deranged, obsessive, proud and untamed western-region wolf-dog, the shou. Reading Guide: 1. This is an attempt to step outside my comfort zone. I'm just writing for fun. 2. Not a political intrigue novel, not a political intrigue novel. It's just an ordinary ancient story with a happy ending. 3. The shou appears fairly late in the story. 4. There are an unbelievable number of author-created details. (gestures at an enormous basket.jpg) Theme: I want to buy osmanthus blossoms and share wine on the journey.