Hanxiao looked up at the deep and boundless sky. The wild wind and snow tore through the boundless night. He felt that he was in a hell-like emptiness and nothingness. The devil's face changed into various postures under the hurricane and blizzard.
What would he do if his father was still alive? Should he die with his enemies, or should he be a deserter with extenuating circumstances? Should he use his life to leave a lasting name of loyalty, or should he survive and one day rebuild the country...
