The First Sword in the North

In the north of Dashuo, four towns mince meat. The strong and powerful eat the military household, the military oil eats the military merit, the barbarian cavalry eats the border people, and the court eats the northern border. Shen Lie was stabbed to death and taken to the death camp. He was supposed to be another bone to be chewed in this millstone. But he didn't admit it. Others died under the knife of Pathfinder, but he stepped on that knife and came back alive. The merits of others were wiped out by the old pawn, who slapped his head on the table in front of the accountant. Others were afraid of Liu Baotou, but he made Liu Baotou afraid of him. A year later, the northern military town began to inquire about the name of this man who had crawled out of the dead. Five years later, no one from the powerful, military, or court would dare to treat him as a consumable. Ten years later, the grassland tribes did not dare to light fires at night because they knew—— There is a sword in the north, and if you take it out of its sheath, you won't have time to return.