He went through the troubled times of the late Ming Dynasty. He was not a hero, had no golden fingers, and had no great ambitions. He was just an ordinary military household in Liaodong in the late Ming Dynasty. From a seventeen-year-old boy to a gray-haired veteran, he has fought for decades for different flags. His sword has been stained with the blood of Jiannu, Shunjun and Ming armies. His eyes have seen the ruins of dynasties and the withered bones of thousands of refugees... This is a story of survival for mortals in troubled times. When the general trend of the world is like a turbulent sea, an ordinary person is like a lonely boat, weathering all the tribulations in the flames of war, and finally completing the simplest redemption of the word "alive".
