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In early December of the third year of Kaiyun, the Khitan army bypassed the Western Hills to strike the Jin army's rear, severing their supply lines. A hundred elite cavalry launched a daring raid on Luancheng. Though defended by a thousand soldiers, the garrison capitulated in shameful disarray. With the city's populace at their mercy, the Khitans branded some of their faces with the words "Imperial Mercy," then drove them south to shatter the resolve of the realm.\nYet while the flesh is finite, the spirit knows no bounds. Shall a person's courage be trapped by the flimsy quilt of life and death? A commoner named Zhao Tie, his son trapped within Luancheng's walls, braved roads choked with steel to enter the doomed city time and again, without a thought for his own safety. This was a father's unbreakable resolve.