Do you not see Han Zhongjun, who, in his youth, bound the enemy and asked for a long cord?
Do you not see Ban Dingyuan, who, in distant lands, urged his light cavalry to charge through the clouds of battle!
A man should value perilous deeds—how could he let the scholar’s cap ruin his life?
Especially when the nation is as fragile as a pile of eggs, and urgent military dispatches race without pause!

David Carter's life was destined to move forward amidst slaughter and bloodshed.

From the northern Hanmo to the southern jungles, north and south of the great river, wherever he went, there was the smoke of war, blood flowing everywhere, and lives as fragile as grass seeds.

The enemy feared him like a demon; his subordinates revered him like a god.

But who would know that he was like a lost child, spending his whole life searching for his own path and his own glory?

When he looked back, his epic and glorious life was stained with blood—was he filled with endless regret, or did he leave behind only a ferocious smile?