Drink Mahanhai

The book is finished. From March 11th to March 14th, four days, eight chapters, 38,000 words. I sent Liu Che, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, and Li Guang from Mayi to Chang'an. Thank you to everyone who clicked in, and thank you to everyone who read this. I know that on this platform with tens of millions of novels, "Drinking Horses and Seas" is just an inconspicuous work by a newcomer. There is no recommendation from a master, no strong recommendation from an editor, and even very few readers. But you are still here. Some people like it, some people reward it, and some people leave a few words in this chapter. I have seen all this and remembered it. While writing this book, I often thought of Liu Che when he was nineteen years old. Three hundred thousand people lay in wait for twenty-seven days, and in the end they only waited for the word "withdraw." He didn't cry or shout. He went to Taicang to look at the grain, to the Shaofu to look at the money, and to the stable to look after the horses. Then I met a man at a horse farm. Twenty-two years old, riding slave, named Wei Qing. "I am a riding slave." I paused while writing these four words. Because I know that this person will conquer Dragon City in the future and become a general. But at that moment, he just stood in the hall of Weiyang Palace, lowered his head, and said that he had raised horses. Later Huo Qubing appeared. When he was nineteen years old, he was sharpening his knife under the moonlight and asked Li Guang, "What does Chanyu look like?" Li Guang has been fighting all his life and has never seen Shan Yu. Later, Li Guang died, Huo Qubing died, and Wei Qing died. Liu Che was sitting alone in Weiyang Palace, with three things on the table: a knife, a crossbow, and a sword. He picked it up and put it down. Pick up, put down. Then stood up and walked to the window. It's dark outside the window. But he knew that far, far away, there was Dragon City, Qilian Mountain, Langjuxu Mountain, and Hanhai. The Han family's horses have all been there. Everyone who went there is gone. This is the story I want to write - not about "who they became later", but about how they walked step by step from the snow in Mayi to the top of Langjuxu Mountain before they knew "later". The book is finished, but there are some things I still want to know: • Do you want to read Wei Qing's youth past? Those years when you were raising horses in Pingyang Marquis Mansion? • Do you want to see how Huo Qubing's men returned to Chang'an after his death? • Do you want to see what Liu Che was thinking when he looked at a map for the last time in his later years and thought of these people? Leave a message and tell me. If there are many people, I will write. Finally, if you like this book, you can recommend it to your friends. If you have anything to say, see you in the comments section. I will read every post. The book is finished and the road is endless. Goodbye Jianghu. Hua Hehan March 14, 2026