In November, Beisha City is a land of ice and snow, the vast landscape outside its walls blanketed in white.
Not far away, on the Ming River that extends from Yuancheng, scattered figures move across the ice, some breaking through the surface to draw water.
Yet, thirty miles across that very river, a dense mass of troops is marching at high speed. Their silver armor glints as they move silently through the snow-covered shrubbery.
Chapter 74