On the glacier in Suiyuguan, Yan Jiu, a corpse-retrieving slave, held the last old horse with his frozen hands, watching helplessly as his only relative was tortured and killed by the nobles. He buried a horse bone whistle in the snow, and the blood scab behind his ears solidified into ice. From that day on, there was no more horse-taming slave in the world, only the "Icefield Owl" who made princes kneel down.
He can hear the sound of ice cracking and identify the terrain, drive thousands of reindeer to crush the ice, and use the blood of slaves to forge a "Glacier Light Cavalry" that subverts the rules of war: the shovel is used as a spear, the ice pick is used as the blade, the reindeer carry the refugees to charge, and the hooves of the horses are filled with the wails of the nobles. When the armored phalanx of the Sixteenth State of Yanyun met the hungry wolf cavalry coming on the ice, when the noble princes in rich clothes and fine food collided with the lord of a poor family with blood-stained eyebrows——
"This ice field cannot tolerate shackles!"
He uses frozen bones as a chess piece and glaciers as a chess game. He leads the refugees with his left hand and holds a butcher knife in his right hand. On one side is the ideal of "a country without shackles", and on the other side are the blood-stained hands of the hero. Let's see how the corpse slaves of the past used the ice terrain as their blades and the refugees' cavalry as their vanguard to fight from Suiyuguan to Luoyang City, trampling thousands of miles of glaciers into the tombs of princes, and in the tempering of blood and ice, were crowned as the only "Icefield Lords" in troubled times!
