Northern Killer

In the northern border of Great Qin, it snowed so much that the sky was half-dark. The grain road was closed for seventeen days. Bai Qi stood at the gate of the camp, watching the corpses of three hundred recruits being covered inch by inch by the heavy snow. After dawn, he changed a grain road and built two warehouses. In the next thirty years, he never let a grain of food arrive late. The Huns retreated, the border people returned, and the fields in northern Xinjiang could grow on their own. "I wish China peace." ——In a word, he kept it for half his life.