Long Song of Shuofeng: Record of Anshi Tribulation

The bloody cracks in the prosperous age, the third path of a pawn. In the winter of the thirteenth year of Tianbao, archaeological team member Li Yan fell into the collapsed tomb passage. When he opened his eyes again, he had become Li Yan, the crossbowman of the Pinglu Army. He was panting in the military camp of Anlu Mountain. In his ears was the sound of the rebels sharpening their knives. In front of him was the three thousand miles of beautiful rivers and mountains that were about to collapse. A year later, Yuyang's flying dragon came with an agitation, and his iron hooves trampled the colorful clothes and feathers into pieces. Chang'an's drunken eyes have not yet woken up, and the blade of Youyan's sword has pointed south. In this torrent of historical fission, Li Yan holds the only bargaining chip: vague historical predictions, limited modern knowledge, and a weak body. He refused to become a number in the history books - whether it was the innocent soul slaughtered by the rebels or the head in the Tang army's merit book. From the Fanyang military camp to the dangerous passes of Taihang, from the refugees and grass bandits to the heroes of one side. He rescued a righteous man who was about to die, made friends with a down-and-out counselor, and took in the homeless Hu'er. He survived between the rebels and the Tang Dynasty, trudging between killing and morality. When Zhang Xun defended Suiyang, when Guo and Li fought hard in Heluo, when Xuanzong entered Shu in a hurry - Li Yan lit the third beacon on the land of Hebei. He will not follow the orders of Chang'an to revolt or follow the rebels' violence. He will take a path that has never been seen in history books: "What I want to save is not a dynasty, but to allow the people of this land to have more choices when they face troubled times next time." ——Li Yan