In the middle of winter, the wind and snow outside Yanmen Pass had been blowing for three consecutive days. Xiao Lie stood on the top of the city tower. The snow particles accumulated on his black cloak were blown by the wind, making his cheeks hurt. He pressed the "Breaking Water" sword on his waist, and the seven copper nails inlaid on the hilt were frozen cold, just like his eyes at the moment, looking sharply through the wind and snow, looking at the blurry wasteland outside the pass.
"General, warm yourself up with a bowl of hot soup." Lieutenant General Chen Wu walked up to the tower carrying a bowl of ginger soup. His rough hands were covered with frostbite, but he still held the porcelain bowl steadily. The green onions floating on the soup surface trembled slightly in the cold wind, and the heat was blown away as soon as it emerged, turning into a wisp of white mist.
