The snow was white and extensive, stretching from the endless mountains. Between these mountains, a patch of land with black pine forests emerged, and the majority of the North Border Army had already crossed the last frozen defensive line. The plains in front of them were gradually revealing their original black soil, deep and hard as stone.
"Marquis, Yulin County is just ahead; two days from now, we should reach Zheng Capital," reported the soldier.
The Marquis of Zhenbei nodded and looked up into the distance, his mood brightening as he gazed over the vast forest ahead.
"How is the situation in Zheng Capital?" the Marquis of Zhenbei inquired. Since the people from Ghoul Ravine had left on their own accord, they had had it much easier, and the Marquis of Zhenbei had even hastened the army's march. Stationed long-term in the snow-covered regions, the North Border Army had developed extraordinary endurance and had reached Yulin County in less than two days.
