A Grande Ming: Defendendo as Fronteiras na Guerra de Jingnan, Dominando o Mundo
Viajei para um mundo de artes marciais, onde vigio as fronteiras e sou chamado de rei. Este mundo é vasto, com inúmeros universos de wuxia fundidos, formando uma verdadeira mistura caótica.
Ming Dynasty, Jiayuguan Pass.
The west wind swept fiercely, and yellow sand blotted out the sun.
At this mighty fortress standing a hundred feet tall on the western frontier, countless soldiers of the empire’s armies paused their horses, guarding the border where Ming met the Mongol Yuan and Liao territories.
A handsome young lad led a pure white steed, walking through this formidable pass on the border where four nations converged. Merchants traveled tirelessly through the dusty roads, coming and going without end. Within the city, ranks of soldiers clad in deep crimson armor patrolled vigilantly, securing the fortress and its surroundings.
“Is this truly the famed Jiayuguan, the mightiest fortress under heaven?”
The youth held the reins of his white horse and wandered inside the war-hardened stronghold. What he saw was not a land ravaged by smoke and flame, but a scene of unimaginable prosperity. Before arriving, he had imagined the place quite differently—
wounded soldiers countless, civilians in misery, faces gaunt and hollow, stomachs empty.
Yet he never expected such flourishing vitality.
On both sides of the streets, merchants hawked their wares loudly, while townsfolk smiled warmly, showing no signs of worry despite being at a border fortress. Their clothes, simple hemp garments, were clean and neat.
The crowded streets bustled with laughter and chatter. Children played with wooden swords and spears, only to be dragged back by their parents for a scolding.
Everything was orderly and thriving.