"Father!" In the silent darkness of the night, this sudden and heart-rending cry was particularly desolate.

Nightmares struck, and the man on the couch tossed and turned. In the dream, a young man with a bow and arrows galloped through the woods, chasing the burly figure at the end of the jungle. But no matter how hard the young man tried, the back of the royal horse killing the enemy seemed to be enchanted, and it gradually drifted away, so that he could never catch up.

"Father! There is an ambush! The boy's desperate voice resounded through the woods. But the man on horseback could not hear the hysterical shout, and still galloped forward. But in the blink of an eye, the sound of birdsong arose, and the man on the horse was struck, fell off his horse, and disappeared in an instant.

The boy staggered, his whole body trembling, and his ears ringing.

Outside the curtain was the lingering spring rain, the thin jacket was as cold as iron, the man finally woke up from the dream, he was sweating profusely, caressing his chest, and sat for a long time before he got up and lit the oil lamp next to the couch.

The faint light illuminated the dim Chinese military tent, and reflected the man's handsome and extraordinary face: white horse and silver spear, a young man, and the jade mountain toppling. But his eyebrows were engraved with tiredness that did not match his age, and he gently rolled up his sleeves, and the scar of the word "swastika" on his wrist was very distinct.

Ten years ago today, Wucheng Hou Sun Jian led his troops to attack Huangzu, and when he was about to break the city, he was injured by a sharp weapon flying from the sky, and his silver armor was completely broken, leaving a huge scar on his chest.

At that time, the young man was only twelve or thirteen years old, guarding his father's body, stunned, and did not shed a single tear, but just looked at the magnified faces of the people who came forward and called "young master" in a voice, but he could no longer listen to a word.

Even if the pain of losing his father is more painful, he must be strong before others. After all, since then, the heavy responsibility of Jiangdong Wuchenghou has completely fallen on him, and his mother, younger brother Zhongmou, and younger sister Shangxiang still rely on him to support and take care of him.

"Clever strategy", since his father named him "Sun Ce", how dare he live up to his father's expectations? In the next few years, he worked hard and gradually promoted the name of "Jiangdong Little Overlord", and it has been ten years since then.

Sun Ce thought that he had gradually forgotten that day, only the scars carved by his own hands would still itch every time it rained. Who knew that he deliberately avoided it, but he was still dreaming back at midnight on this cold spring night, returning to the saddest moment in his life.

On weekdays, he is dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, talking and laughing, as if he has never had troubles, but now he is sad and depressed. Sun Ce stood up, marched at night with candles, opened the curtain of the Chinese army, and outside the curtain blew horns and battalions, bonfires, and 20,000 iron horsemen, which were the troops under his command of the "rebellious general".

Not far away, there are few lights and sparks in Wancheng in the drizzle, the smoke and rain are hazy, the small city is in all directions, there are almost no defenders, but Sun Ce has led his troops to besiege the city for ten days without attacking. Many of the officers and men in the army objected, but Sun Ce did not give a single word of explanation.

When the soldiers on the night vigil saw Sun Ce standing at the tent door, they hurriedly stepped forward and bowed down and clenched their fists: "What does the general command?" ”

Sun Ce didn't answer, just stared at Wancheng in the smoke and rain, his expression became more and more solemn.

Although the city is small, the only two avenues in the city are condensed into the word "swastika", isn't it too treacherous?

The sky is gradually white, and it is destined to be sleepless again.