When Li Tieshan struck the war drum for the last time, the Dali coin on his chest burned hot against his skin,…
When Li Tieshan struck the war drum for the last time, the Dali coin on his chest burned hot against his skin, as if fresh from the forge.
Years ago, he had stood shoulder to shoulder with Old Huo, their arms swinging tirelessly to mint those very coins.
But soon, the money became worthless scrap, and they, too, felt equally discarded.
When the flames of war ignited again, Li took up a spear. This time, he would continue his duty as a soldier.
He wore that old coin as a reminder.
Copper was not merely scrap. It could be melted down and reforged into a blade.
A man was never useless. This time, Li was ready to be reforged in the crimson fires of battle.