Far North of Qing Province, Yuguo Pass, Evil Eagle Rear Camp.
On the eve of departure beyond the pass, a raging wind carried the chill of the outer ice plains through the gap in the tent flaps, making the coals in the brazier flare and dim.
Inside the tent, a man was bowing his head, wiping the long saber in his hands; the blade reflected the firelight, casting back a rough yet resolute face.
"My home is in Sanshan County, Zhuhe River, Sanliu Village…"
He paused, and in his resolute eyes there flickered a trace of confusion and gentleness.
"My father died early, at home there's still my old mother and two little sisters. I joined the army so they could live better lives… They're still at home waiting for me to return."
Opposite him, a thin man was putting on his Armor; the clatter of iron plates was crisp and cold, and there was no ripple at all on his delicate face.
"If you die in battle, I will… collect your body."
