The end of the year was approaching, and every family was bustling with activity. However, far away in the Northwest Fortress, in the bitter cold northwest where the flames of war were spreading, there was no sign of the New Year.
The cold wind was bleak and the night was long. The entire Northwest Army Camp was enveloped in a white world.
The patrolling soldiers stepped numbly on the thick snow that reached their knees.
Other than that, the entire camp was extremely quiet.
The reflected light from the snow illuminated the camp slightly. On the observation platform that was more than ten feet tall, Yu Shaoqing had finished his duty for the day.
According to the rules, there was no need to take turns at the sentry post after becoming a centurion. However, this was an order personally given by General Gui De.
