The Ashes of Tang

In 911 AD, four years after the fall of the Tang dynasty, the prelude to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms has begun. That year, I transmigrated to Helong, a western region that had once again been lost by the Central Plains. During a ritual performed by a Uyghur shaman, I completed a political marriage with a sheep. The Guiyi Army had been defeated, and all the Han people in Helong had become two-legged sheep. I am the young lord of the Guiyi Army, the great-grandson of Zhang Yichao, and the last surviving member of the Zhang family. You ask why I married a sheep? Then let me ask you: in this world where people eat one another, what is worth the most? Power? Or human life? It’s staying alive! I will survive, and then... I’ll make the Uyghurs understand what it means to offend the mighty Han: no matter how far away they are, they will be punished! I’ll make those usurpers in the Central Plains understand that with the Tang banner in my hand, I am the rightful ruler!