Asking for Frost

The early morning wind is biting and the border town is lonely. The famous general Xu Shuangren, who was once a powerful man but was betrayed and lost three thousand of his soldiers and was seriously injured and poisoned, now takes the alias Ban Ye and stands in a corner of the snowy city in a leaky Gua stall, licking his wounds like a lone wolf, his eyes cloudy but occasionally showing a cold light. A bloody assassination on a snowy night gave the young man a glimpse of Banye's hidden edge. The stubborn Chu He risked his life and finally became Banye's disciple. Caught between the cold wind of the mass graves and survival, the master and apprentice passed on the deadly "Wen Shuang Knife Technique". However, the shadows of the past are like maggots in the tarsal bones. The pursuit of Captain Zhao, the imperial eagle dog, shattered the brief peace and forced the master and apprentice to flee in the snowy fields. What's even more deadly is that Beidi's "Black Wolf Banner" army is pressing down on the border, aiming directly at Xuecheng. The powerful and powerful people inside have collaborated with the enemy and abandoned the city. Outside, there are powerful enemy cavalry knocking on the door. The snow city is in danger. Suffering from old injuries and running out of fuel, Banye dragged his remains, side by side with the rapidly growing Chuhe River, and gathered the remaining militiamen, veterans and common people filled with blood feud to build a flesh-and-blood defense line in the dilapidated streets and alleys. The long street of blood and fire, the light of the sword reflecting the snow. Ban Ye burned his life, blooming a moment of glory in the midst of thousands of troops, fighting for a glimmer of life for Chu He and the survivors. Carrying the legacy of Broken Sword, Blood Vengeance and Banye, Chuhe rises from the ruins. He gathered the refugees, united with the martyrs, and forged an iron-blooded force called the "Snow Soul Army". The roots of Snow City have been deeply rooted, and new legends are unsheathed in the bloody setting sun and hunting cold wind.