Fifteen years ago that night, Ichuan Fei just thinking about it would involuntarily shudder. The snowy plains outside the pass north of Snow Boundary Pass, the white snow had already been stained red with blood, tens of thousands fell forever on foreign land, the ground was littered with corpses lying in disarray.
Ichuan Fei awoke from the cold, the battle had continued from yesterday morning till nightfall, and when he woke, it was already early dawn of the next day. The once pristine snowfield had now turned muddy and filthy, blood and filth comprised the main colors of the battlefield.
The battlefield was strewn with bodies, Eastern Barbarians held knives gathering spoils and searching for surviving Dongsheng soldiers. The leading officer rode a tall horse initially meant only for Dongsheng officers, directing his subordinates to search for any living, and they indeed found several survivors, who were tied together with ropes, their helmets removed, looking quite distressed.
