Yanyun Tieyi

When he breathed his last in the ruins of a foreign land, he thought he would turn into dust with the regret of "not being able to return home." When I opened my eyes again, it was Bianliang in the second year of Tianfu. Shi Jingtang colluded with the Khitan to become the "son emperor", and the sixteen states of Yanyun fell into the hands of foreigners, and the people of the Central Plains wailed under the iron heel. He climbed up from the pile of corpses. There was no modern tactical vest on him, only a tattered cloth jacket he had picked up. But the military instinct engraved in the bones and blood has never been eradicated. He wants to use a rusty knife to gain a foothold in the chaotic world of feudal warfare; he wants to use the tactics of special forces to build a Great Wall of flesh and blood in front of the Khitan's iron hoof. Yan Yun has not yet recovered, and the Central Plains is uneasy. With his iron clothes, he will once again guard the country's gate for the Han people.