Northern Wasteland Frontier Soldier

My name is Huan An, a pawn from Iron Wall City in Beihuang. The barbarians moved south, and the three thousand robes were completely wiped out in one night. I took the last few dozen brothers and crawled out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. Behind me was the burned-out beacon fire, and in front of me was the man-eating wasteland. We have no magic, no divine help, only curled swords, chipped armor, and a miserable life trying to survive. The old horse blocked my arrow and died in my arms. The captain's intestines flowed all over the floor. The barbarian's knife curled up and he bit it with his teeth. But in this world, eating people is not enough, you have to eat entire mountains and rivers. I climbed out from the pile of dead people in the Northern Wasteland, killing and burying them all the way. Killing barbarians, horse bandits, and private soldiers of powerful families, all with red eyes, also carved a bloody path for us border soldiers. They say I want to be emperor. But I know that what is cushioned under the dragon chair is the windy sand of the Northern Wilderness, the bones of my brothers, and the home I can never return to. This world has never been a beautiful place. It is a way for pawns like me to survive by splashing blood inch by inch.