One day in the Christian era, ancient ruins all over the world woke up at the same moment. The sound of armor rubbing against each other was heard under the sand dunes of Egypt, a phalanx of steel spears was erected on the plains of Macedonia, and legionnaire horns floated from the depths of the ruins of Rome. Heroes and kings who were buried thousands of years ago crawled out of the historical tombs one after another and looked to the east in unison.
To the east lies China, a civilization that has lasted for five thousand years and is the only cornerstone of this planet that can anchor a new era. But China's response came the slowest - too complete a civilization, so the heroic souls of the past generations could only follow the dynasties and wake up from their respective burial points: the underground palace of Lishan Mountain, the beacons of the Great Wall, the stone horses of Maoling, the ancient battlefield of Qilian Mountain, the incense of Yuewang Temple, and the bricks and stones of Shanhaiguan. Qin woke up first.
When Ying Zheng opened his eyes, what he saw was not the world he was familiar with, but a hundred thousand coalition troops pressing down on the Great Wall. Behind him, there were only 20,000 Qin troops. Meng Tian set up a beacon fire thousands of miles away, and Bai Qi carried his halberd to attack the enemy camp at night. Wang Jian said that he would be a soldier of China until the day he died. Further east, Maoling's stone horse has already stepped forward - Huo Qubing is about to wake up.
This is not a heroic rescue story. There is no chosen one, no golden fingers, no system. Some are just people who have come down from the history books one after another, with obsessions, regrets and achievements to fight another battle for this land. There was also a soldier of the Qin Army named Li Ergou, who carried half a piece of millet cake given by his mother and lived from Lishan to the seaside to collect the blood debt of his comrades who had turned into gold sand. Once the soul is destroyed, it will never come back; precisely because it cannot come back, they treat every battle as the last battle.
From the thunder in Mount Li to the awakening of the dragon in Kunlun. They protect the country with their lives, but they fail to do so
