On New Year's Eve, there was unprecedented heavy snow at the border. The falling snow enveloped the entire camp, and the towering observation deck became a small white tower.
Yu Shaoqing stood on the observation deck, concentrating on his duty tonight.
Ever since Yan Congming had tasted the sweetness of being General Gui De, Yu Shaoqing had been on the most difficult shift every night.
The heavy snow blocked Yu Shaoqing's vision. He could only vaguely hear the sounds of drinking and playing in the Xiongnu camp.
The Xiongnu army also had a tradition of celebrating the New Year. Every New Year's Eve, both sides reached an unspoken agreement that no one would mobilize their troops.
This was the case in the past, and there seemed to be no difference this year too.
However, Yu Shaoqing had never been on duty on New Year's Eve in the past. To him, this was the first time he heard such lively sounds coming from both camps.
