Stormy Lanshan

"The world is a chessboard, all living beings are abandoned pieces, only the center can survive." In the blizzard of the wilderness, Zhao Ming, son of the Grand General of the Western Expedition, awakens in a pool of blood. He has lost all memory, his left arm is crippled, behind him are eight hundred exhausted personal guards, ahead is an ironclad encirclement of ten thousand "allies." He does not know that this poisoning was no accident, but a "game of the center" that has lasted twenty years. The fog of the true and false prince shrouds the court; the emperor is ruthless, treating his own flesh and blood as bargaining chips. The old general Li Hu, ordered to "blockade" for ten days, actually uses himself as a shield, tearing open a path of survival in a desperate situation with ten thousand lives. "Young master, the chessboard is shattered, the black pieces are all crushed, only you, the white piece, must survive!" When loyalty turns to dust, when lies are washed away by blood. The amnesiac young master grips his broken sword, transforming from a manipulated pawn into the center that controls the eight directions. Stormy Lanshan rises, the lone piece determines the fate of the world.