Castle Peak Evidence Bones

In 1938, it was snowy and windy in the Qingshan Mountains. The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, and the mountains and rivers are stained with blood. Chen Yanqing, the iron-blooded cavalry general who rebelled against the old army, led his last brothers, shouldering national hatred and promises, and plunged into the siege of the Japanese invaders, just to ignite a spark in the desperate situation and build a mountain inserted in the heart of the enemy! Wang Xiuying witnessed her parents fall under the butcher's knife with her own eyes, from a trembling orphan girl to a fortress hero who used her flesh and blood to lure away the wolves. Zhou Tielin, the shadow agent walking on the blade of Guisui City, every breath may be a swan song, just to send fatal information out of the devil's cave. Battle (Ma Qingshan), the eagle on the grassland has broken wings, the grudges between Mongolia and Han were melted into steel before the national calamity, the scimitar pointed, thousands of horses broke the formation! Lin Wanqing, from the foreign battlefield to the blood-stained battlefield, with her delicate hands, snatched the lives of countless soldiers from the death sickle. She was the light of life in the flames of war. The desperate battle with the cunning and ruthless Japanese spy Eisuke Ishida runs through thousands of miles of Daqingshan and the dark alleys of Guisui. This is not the legend of one person. It is the flesh and blood of millions of soldiers and civilians who forged the backbone of the nation in the bitter cold of ice, snow and cold! The iron-blooded ambush at Centipede Dam, the fierce life-and-death battle against the "iron wall siege", the silent sacrifices on the hidden transportation lines, the shocking steps of returning to the spy sea... Three million words describe the righteousness, struggle, sacrifice and faith in the war smoke. Dig deep into real historical materials to recreate the bloody journey of the army and people in Daqingshan over the past fourteen years. There are no heroes falling from the sky, only mortals who stand up. A monumental group portrait, three-dimensional and real.