Ji Liao Dudu's Mansion: from a Small Banner Officer to a Marquis and a General

Early winter of the first year of Longqing. The snow in Jibei is cutting their faces. Chen Di, an elite "night guard" flag officer of the border army, and his brothers are huddled under the beacon in Shimen Village, with half a volume of "Collected Works of Yangming" wrapped in their sheepskin jackets. Three months ago, he was still a Jiangnan scholar writing poetry, but now he was holding a cold blunderbuss, his knuckles turning white. In the distance, the torches of Mongolian riders swayed in the wind and snow. He took a deep breath and pointed the muzzle at the blurry light. "One, two, three..." The moment the gunfire exploded, he suddenly thought of the apricot blossoms outside the academy window - it turns out that there are some truths in this world that you have to see blood to understand.