Geologist Zhou Moyan stepped into the vast Qingshan Mountains bearing a blood feud. How will he stand side by side with the silent blacksmith, the unjustly defeated soldiers, the peasant woman who lost everything, the confused Japanese translator, and the international doctors who came from afar to take root in this barren and tough land? They used geological maps to draw guerrilla routes, relied on Mongolian cavalry and shooting to tear apart enemy formations, used the tenacity of peasant women to convey life and death information, and used the light of humanity to awaken the lost enemy souls. Every counter-mopping operation is a millstone of flesh and blood, and every ration is soaked in blood and sweat. This is a battlefield without a front line, and every mountain ridge is a Great Wall. There are no high-rise classrooms here, only the wind is like a knife, surrounded by enemies.
A book with a strong sense of national justice!