Yanyun Anvil

In 930 AD, the first year of Changxing in the Later Tang Dynasty, there were mass graves outside Youzhou City. Zhang Xiao climbed out of the sea of ​​blood from the mountain of corpses, with the word "craftsman" branded on his wrist - the original owner of this body was a blacksmith who was a slave of the army and was beaten to death by the weapons supervisor. And he, a soul from a thousand years later, with knowledge that does not belong to this era, fell into the troubled times of the Five Dynasties when Wu Fu ruled the country and Hu and Han were at war. Six years later, Shi Jingtang would cede the sixteen states of Yanyun. The mountains and rivers of the Han family in four hundred years will be reduced to Khitan pastures. Zhang Xiao looked at a furnace of charcoal fire, an anvil, and a hammer in front of him. "Then let's start with blacksmithing." From the most dilapidated blacksmith shop in the south of the city to the guests in front of the king's tent in Peiping; from a lonely fugitive military slave to the troubled team under his command that includes poisonous military advisors, reckless brothers, and old blacksmiths. When the Khitan scimitar pointed at the head of Youzhou City again, and when the iron hoofs of the tooth soldiers trampled the streets, Zhang Xiao picked up the knife from the anvil. "Since heaven has allowed me to come to this Shura field——" "Then I will ring the anvil of the Sixteenth State of Yanyun." [Historical countdown: There are still six years left before Yanyun falls.