The Setting Sun and the Lonely Snow

One hundred and seventy years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Daxia's strength was exhausted. There was a severe drought in the north for three years. Instead of allocating food, the imperial court increased taxes, causing starvation and death all over the country. The Xiliang army was watching eagerly, and the imperial court was full of urgent memorials at the border. However, the emperor was refining elixirs and cultivating Taoism in the deep palace, and had not been to court for half a year. Above the court, the fight between the eunuchs and their relatives reached a life-and-death situation. At the local level, each state and herdsmen support their own troops, taxes do not go to the central government, and official documents do not leave the state boundaries. The world is like a cracked earthen pot, and the cracks are spreading in all directions. Someone saw the crack and decided to patch it up. Someone saw the crack and decided to break it. County Lieutenant Han Yi is the first type of person. He defended an undefended city and fought a battle he shouldn't have won. Then he met a young man named Chen Jing - this man saw the cracks, but he was not going to mend them or knock them out. He planted a seed in the crack. In the next ten years, this seed will grow into a towering tree in blood and fire. From the wasteland of Qingzhou to the hinterland of the Central Plains, from an unknown earth city to the great pass that controls the general trend of the world, those little people crushed by the times, those ordinary people struggling to survive in troubled times, will be gathered together by a force. But how far this power can go depends on the answer to one question—— In Game of Thrones, can a person with a knife in his hand keep the clean things in his heart? The setting sun is like blood, and the lonely snow is silent. The curtain has been drawn. #TraditionalMartial Arts#Challenge in troubled times#Jianghu hegemony