In the Kaiyun era, the Khitan swarmed into the Central Plains like wolves, aiming to occupy the Middle Kingdom…
In the Kaiyun era, the Khitan swarmed into the Central Plains like wolves, aiming to occupy the Middle Kingdom and rule over all under heaven. Qinghe, guarding the vital juncture of land and water routes, suffered doubly from their incursions. Loyal patriots rallied together, calling themselves the "Northern Alliance," retreating south to Qinghe to resist the Khitan forces and serve as a bulwark for the realm. I once fought alongside these righteous men, witnessing how mountains and rivers lay shattered, blood flowing so profusely that it could float pestles. Today's Qinghe (Beizhou) is no different from Suiyang during the An Lushan Rebellion! Alas! One man's might can hold a pass against ten thousand, and the fate of a single city may decide the safety of the world. What defines a hero? They care not for their own longevity, but for ensuring the people remain free from harm.
In the late Xiande era, I passed through Qinghe, and in Verdant Wilds, the ringing of bells rose to the clouds. The broken walls of the city still stood amidst mountains and rivers. Grief welled up at the sight, so I raised a cup of wine to the warriors—what reverence they deserve!