Chengping 25th year, October 28th.
Chongshan Town has already entered winter, the cold northern wind howls from beyond the pass, slashing faces like knives.
Outside Yinghe Castle, crowds are bustling, driving away the cold of the north.
Today, Yang Zhenshan is leaving Yinghe Castle, and nearly everyone within the castle has come out to see him off.
A long line of carriages is parked on the road south of the garrison gate, with Yang Zhenshan standing at the end of the line, looking at the surging crowd.
Scanning the crowd, he sees many familiar faces and strokes his beard, smiling contentedly.
In life, one must always do something.
Though he always felt somewhat uneasy here, he has felt the satisfaction that accomplishments bring.
Being able to do something for everyone, improve the lives of these military households, and receive recognition from so many, he feels this journey through the world has not been in vain.
Today, as he departs, thousands have come to see him off.
