The isolated camp on the border ran out of food for seven days, and corpses piled up in the snowfield. He Guhong led 300 remaining soldiers to be trapped on the cliff. The food was exhausted, and the morale was as cold as ice. The enemy's three-town coalition forces pressed on the border, their flags covered the sky, and they vowed to wash the border with blood. At the moment of life and death, Qi Jin, the only living scout behind him, stepped out of the snow with a knife, tore open the frozen soil and dug out the black fire thunder formation that had been buried for ten years. One person breaks the line, and the other breaks the formation, staining his frost armor with blood, using his life as a guide to detonate the enemy's camp. When the flames soared into the sky, He Guhong grabbed the enemy commander's head with a broken spear, while Qi Jin cut off the three flags with a knife and fought a bloody path - not a breakout, but a counterattack. After this battle, there were no more coalition forces in the north. Only two screams of swords were heard, resounding through the wasteland.
