This winter seemed exceptionally cold.
The Capital was like this, and the Northwest was even more bitterly cold.
Just stepping out of the tent for a short while could make your body feel stiff.
After Prince Zhi returned to the Capital, the camp did not seem lax. Whether it was General Wuwei or Nian Gengyao and others, they were all top-notch leaders.
That's why, with them around, the soldiers were very stable.
Nian Gengyao held the hilt of his dagger, standing high up, silently looking into the distance.
The northwest wind was strong, blowing sand painfully against his face.
The cloak outside his armor flew in the wind, making a loud rustling sound.
Being a general was his childhood dream; fulfilling it brought him exceptional joy.
The Nian family must repay the imperial grace, must be loyal to the monarch and love the country.
But later...
Everything changed.
All because of that dream which made his heart skip; everything changed.
