"Ni'er, this is Snow Fortress, isn't it grand."
The old woman was sitting on the ox cart, holding her daughter-in-law's hand, as she sighed.
The city walls of Shengle had already amazed her, but the walls of Snow Fortress, tsk tsk, were connected with the mountains on both sides. Just looking at them is frightening.
Liu Dahu, who was also sitting on the ox cart, immediately shouted upon hearing this:
"Isn't it true, Grandma? The teacher said that our General Zheng relied on this fortress in the past. Even when tens of thousands of wild people attacked relentlessly for a month, he did not bother to blink an eye."
Children talk without knowing much logic.
Even, he himself didn't know whether he wanted to praise the towering walls of Snow Fortress or to commend the greatness of our General Zheng.
Although Zheng Fan had been granted the title of "Lord Pingye" by His Majesty, the people of Shengle still habitually referred to Zheng Fan as General Zheng.
