Your Dachang and My Dachang Seem to Be Different.

The blood in Makino is not yet cold, but the snow in Baishan is already deep. When the modern Chen Yonghe opened his eyes, he turned out to be a half-frozen soldier in the Shang Dynasty's defeated army - behind him were the iron hooves of the Zhou people, and in front of him was the desperate ice field in the Northeast. Comrades are killing each other, food and support are running out, everyone thinks this is the end... But he said: "Go north, pass through the extreme cold, and cross the strait. A new world is waiting for us." With a little knowledge of first aid, a few words about meteorological laws, and a set of trap techniques, he survived in a desperate situation; with the help of a "black bird's dream", he subdued the witches, frightened the rebel generals, and united the hearts of the people. When the bronze sword pierced the wind and snow, and when the animal skin boat split the ice floes in the Bering Sea, eight hundred merchant souls set foot on a land that no one had ever imagined. It's an epic escape spanning two continents...