It was late at night in the northern region. The desolation was bone-piercingly cold.
Xu niannian, who was napping by the bonfire, woke up regularly. He pressed his hands on the shoulders of two soldiers and chanted in a low voice, ""My blood is boiling!"
The two soldiers moaned in comfort. They were no longer curled up to keep warm like before. They were slightly satisfied in their sleep.
The Allied army of the Barbarian demons and Da Feng had been scattered by the Jing Kingdom's heavy cavalry, and they did not have enough time to bring along many things, such as rations and daily necessities.
Without tents, beds, and blankets, it was very difficult to sleep in the open in the northern region. The soldiers could even cause a cold wind and die of illness.
In the absence of resources, getting infected was equivalent to death.
Therefore, Xu Erlang would wake up regularly at night and cast a spell to warm the soldiers 'bodies.
