The Road of Wind and Frost

The lights of the prosperous age stretch on, and the bones are buried in the snow-capped mountains. When the shell of self-interest is peeled off layer by layer by the fetters of life and death, the soul of the army and the flesh and blood of the nation will be reborn from the ashes in a desperate situation. After his death in battle, his remnant soul returned to the world with a sincere obsession that spanned a hundred years. He can read everyone's established life trajectory and see clearly the suffering buried under the shackles of thousands of years of discipline, but he abides by the iron law: It does not change human nature, but only breaks the shackles of the world; Not trying to be strong on behalf of the weak, just trying to clear the name. Re-walk the road of endless wind and frost, and sweep away the hidden troubles of the prosperous age. I inherit the aspirations of thousands of martyrs, and I am like thousands of sentient beings in the world.