That Year It Was Windy and Snowy in the North

Lin Shuo, a deserter, just wanted to be an ordinary person in Fengsha Town and spend the rest of his life. The world here is not big, a bowl of hot soup and a few words of country talk are all kindness. He thought that the fireworks within this small area were everything in the world. Until the ringing black coffin broke through the wind and snow in the border town; until the iron hooves from outside the country shattered the tranquility of the small town. When the flames of war reached home, Lin Shuo finally understood that the peace he sought was never far away, just down here in the north. [In my half life, I have walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but in the end I picked up the knife for a city and a group of people.