C425 Go to datong

In this cold winter, in the middle of the pass, everything was desolate.

The place had turned into a field of white, the real "North Country's scenery, thousands of miles of ice sealed thousands of miles away, the snow drifting thousands of miles away".

In the morning, when the sky had just begun to brighten, tens of thousands of cavalrymen rushed out of Ju-Gou Pass and headed south