Shuo Feng Kills Hu

AD 316, winter.​ Hu Qingcang suddenly opened his eyes in a biting cold wind. His old sheepskin jacket could not withstand the severe cold outside the Great Wall, and the frozen soil beneath him hurt his ribs. There were noisy roars in his ears, mixed with incomprehensible gibberish, and the sharp and sharp sound of iron collisions - this was not the 21st century construction site dormitory he was familiar with, let alone the rental house where he lay down after working overtime last night.