The lord on the other side of the mountain
Soldiers in bright armor, green fields with wheat sprouts, nettles crawling with stone walls, roses on the edge of farmhouses.
This is the Middle Ages.
When the trumpet blows the dawn in the field; When the warrior picks up and raises the broken banner; When the farmer watched with tears as the land was burned.
Troubled times began.
This is the age of suffering, this is the age of heroes.
Witnessing the horrors of war, the first lord chose to recuperate in the valley and create a paradise, and he called himself the lord on the other side of the mountain;
Tired of being by his family, the hometown where the second-generation lord left by chance, when the great era comes, where will he go?
How will the "I", who recorded all this, continue to write the legend of my father's generation! Do you draw your sword and rise up, or do you cast your sword into a plowshare?
It is a century-long tragedy of three generations of lords. On the other side of the mountain, the lords are struggling with the cycle of their fate.
This is the story of ordinary people, and this is the story of waiting for you to create miracles.
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