When the cold front broke, Zhou Shuoyan was no longer the soldier who charged to the death, and Lin Jianshu was once his shadow walking side by side through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. A fake retreat order tore them apart. One was accused of treason and sneaked behind enemy lines, while the other was forced to become a judge. When iron-blooded discipline and brotherhood confront each other in the smoke of gunfire, no one can remember that they used their body temperature to warm each other's gun handles. The cold front is broken, but the blood is not cold; soldiers can retreat, but the soul cannot be surrendered.
