The Twelfth Year of Tianfu

In the twelfth year of Tianfu's reign, he was at Dingwei. The Khitan cavalry defeated Bianjing and the later Jin Dynasty was destroyed. Yelv Deguang's troops plundered in all directions, thousands of miles east of Jingdong, and the ruins of villages were reduced to ashes. In an isolated village outside Qingzhou City, ten tooth soldiers were stationed with no help or food. There is a man in the fire, called Liu Qingzhou in the camp. His real name is not this - in troubled times, names are the most easily forgotten things. That night, he held a straight knife with a gap and pushed away the horses in Jiaozhai. It's been a long road since then. From Qingzhou to Yunzhou, from Jingdong to the Central Plains, through defeated soldiers, refugees, deserted villages, abandoned cities, and through the darkest year of the Five Dynasties. Some people are looking for family, some are looking for colleagues, and some are just living one day at a time. As for the young man holding the knife, as he walked, he was no longer just walking alone. History is never just a chronological history of emperors and generals. This year, on the earth, in the smoke and dust, there are countless Liu Qingzhou, pushing open the gate of their village.