In early spring, the gentle breeze swaying the willows looked extremely peaceful, but it could not hide the intense bloodshed caused by the killing. Three hundred years of love and hatred still echo in this chaotic world, and the war on both sides of the river has not yet subsided. The fire cooks the oil, and the flowers bloom. Jingkang is ashamed, who is the snow? The ruin of the family is not over yet! When the iron hooves of the foreign race once again cross the mountain and reach the foot of Jiubian Pass, who will decide the ups and downs?