Luo Chengzhi followed the darkness, rode the cold wind, and came through the snow.
The white breath from his nostrils was his heart, burning hot as magma.
His body jolted with the warhorse beneath him, filled with excitement he could scarcely restrain.
He looked up and saw no moonlight.
He looked to either side and saw only cold snow reflecting the keen gleam of blades.
The horses' hooves were wrapped in thick cloth, and the men held gags in their mouths, gently shifting their somewhat stiff bodies.
A faint light shone beyond the mountain. Looking down from above, he saw bonfires that had not gone out. Merely looking at them made one feel an utmost warmth.
Luo Chengzhi could not help pulling his cotton-padded coat tighter around himself.
It was truly cold.
The Northern Foothills of the Tianshan Mountains were bitterly cold. With a hand gripping a saber hilt, even opening it seemed exceedingly difficult, but this could not stop the soldiers' passion for killing the enemy. Those burning hearts could withstand the harshest frost in the world.
A deep glow reflected in the snow.
He was a physician.
Who among them was not one of the Armored Men who had emerged from Liaodong's world of ice and snow through countless hardships?
"Xianbei Chanyu!"
Attacking the Royal Court on a snowy night was a battle destined for victory. No one could deny that the Xianbei Hub would be broken in a single battle, but whether they could behead the Chanyu depended on luck alone.
Blood spattered everywhere.
"The wind is fierce."
Though only several hundred Temple Army soldiers remained, their faces all different, they could still accomplish anything when charging in formation, crushing enemies and breaking battle lines. Everyone who saw the Temple Army charge was profoundly shaken.
What crime