Northern Fortress Garrison

In the northern border of Dahuan, the autumn wind rolls in the yellow sand. When he opened his eyes again, Li Gan became a garrison soldier here - a simple rolled-edged knife in his hand, an old leather armor on his body, and half a piece of dry biscuit in his arms. There is no backer, no foundation, oppression by veterans, and conspiracy by colleagues. Fortunately, this body contains a soul from a thousand years later. Those who can clearly see the situation and make clear calculations, and those who have died once, want to live more than anyone else. From garrison soldier to border commander, he walked for more than ten years, with blood under his feet and snow on his shoulders. Outside the pass, there are Beirong cavalry, and inside the pass, thousands of people are cooking smoke. There will be factional strife in the court, princes will seize the throne, vassal towns will be divided, and the world will be in chaos. Some people are vying for the throne, some are trying to seize the throne, but he doesn't touch them. After guarding the border all my life, I just want to close my eyes and take another look that day - whether the beacon smoke in the north of the Great Wall has been extinguished.