A Han Chinese, Yet Forced to Join the Mongol Western Campaign

The Mongols rose from the wilderness, their iron hooves poised to crush Europe and Asia.

A Russian proverb goes: When word arrives that a Mongol envoy is coming, the Grand Prince of Kiev, who governs all of Eastern Europe, has only one thing to do, and it is the first thing he does: hurry to the city gates as fast as possible, lie face down in the mud beside the horse's hooves, and ingratiate himself by serving as a mounting block for the Mongol envoy!

Be a moment late, and the city will be slaughtered...!

The snowbound Principality of Chernarus, the tempting, fertile plains of Hungary, and the blue Danube are about to welcome their new masters.

Towering castles are mercilessly razed, noble kings flee in panic, and brave knights are ruthlessly trampled. Europe, shrouded in the darkness of the Middle Ages, trembles beneath the iron hooves and steel blades of the demons from the East!

Meanwhile, in East Asia, the curtain has already risen on this ancient land.

On the eve of the fall of the Great Jin, Zhang Han transmigrated and witnessed the horrific scene of a fallen nation, shattered homes, and soldiers and civilians massacred.

Just as he was preparing to accomplish great deeds despite his humble origins, he was unexpectedly swept into the Mongol western campaign, beginning a dramatic life in a turbulent age...

As Zhang Han is swept along by the tide of history, what kind of story will he write?

Iron steeds and icy rivers carry us west, war drums thunder louder than those of Han and Tang. The eagle rises on the wind, while the waves of the vast sea subside and the waters flow on.

So it goes!