AD 1118, the eighth year of Liao Tianqing and the second year of Jin Tianfu.
On the ice of the Duck River, the three teenagers lay down for two hours. The mission is to prospect for gold. The old soldier with a broken leg said that children have small goals and golden people will not pay attention to them.
Later, one was shot through the neck by an arrow, one had his left leg broken by an arrow, and one had two fingers frozen off.
They crawled out of the reeds and headed south. To the south is Liaoyang Mansion, the Song Dynasty, and I don't know if I can live to see tomorrow. On the road there were burned villages, people who sold their children and daughters, defeated soldiers who robbed food, children who froze to death, carcasses whose flesh had been cut, and a secret letter wrapped in oilcloth - that letter would determine the fate of two dynasties, but the three teenagers didn't know and didn't care.
They just want to live.
"Duck River Ice" is narrated coldly in the first person, using the fewest words to describe the heaviest pain. No sensationalism, no accusation, just what happened on the snow. Dedicated to all those lost in the war.
