After a few more days of traveling north and suffering the chilling northern wind, it started to snow.
At first, it was just ice particles that pricked people in the face, but in the end, snow-white snowflakes gradually filled the sky. In the blink of an eye, a layer of white snow covered the ground.
The refugee camp's troops didn't move quickly. With such bad weather, no matter how anxious they were, no one felt that they could increase their speed by whipping them.
In such a harsh environment, the northern barbarian who had been tortured by Pei Qian was actually still alive.
Lin Suisui knew because she had been invited by Qian He to check on that person's injuries halfway. Although he had a terrifyingly high fever, at least he was still alive.
From then on, every time they arrived at the campsite, Lin Suisui was invited by Qian He to stay in the small tent for a while.
That's right, for a while.
