World War I: the Rise of Red Alert

The heavy smoke and snow that had fallen for three days and three nights finally stopped. God is not crazy about wine. This year's snow is heavier than in previous years. The ancient land of Kanto is covered with thick white snow. The snow on the flat ground reaches to the knees, and there is no one in the leeward ditches. The sky is clear, and the gushing sun jumps out of the horizon, reflecting the white snow that dazzles the eyes. The frozen Songhua River is as silent as ever, revealing the eternal vastness, and like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, remembering the pain and joy of this land. There is no wind, which is a rare good weather. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.