Vast ice plains.
Snowflakes drift down.
Boom, boom, boom!
The drumbeat sounded like thunder, prompting all the soldiers in the tents to step out and begin assembling.
...
...
Zhao Dayi stood in the back row of the formation, listening to the sound of the Marquis spreading throughout the area, his memories somewhat blurred.
He thought of the Old Marquis, recalling many years ago...
"Uncle Chen, Aunt Six..."
He was a resident of the Northern Border of Liang, fifteen years ago, the Northern Border Demon Race invaded again; the village where he lived encountered the demon race; many people in the village were slaughtered by them, with most of the children taken away.
If it weren't for... if it weren't for the timely arrival of the Northern Garrison Army, he wouldn't have survived either.
Uncle Chen and Aunt Six, who took care of him, fought against the demon race to protect him, and died at their hands.
