Somewhere, near the southern ridge, 400 meters away from the hidden pass.
The chilly air bit into Commander Lobsang's face as he stood atop the southern ridge, his sharp gaze fixed on the mountain pass ahead. Despite being warned by the friendlier forces, he decided to scout the enemy position with his own eyes.
The hidden pass from the south snaked its way through the mountainous terrain, which seamlessly merged with the secondary valley.
Beyond, the new mountain range loomed, its elevated ridges dotted with rudimentary outposts. These posts, nestled precariously against the snow-laden cliffs, housed sparse garrisons of soldiers. Their blue uniforms were visibly stark against the white expanse.
