The drizzle quickly turned into heavy rain.
It's mid-September of the year 992, and once it starts raining, it could easily become a rainstorm; this dirt road was already difficult to travel.
Now that it's raining, this dirt road has become very muddy, so even if Yuchi and the others don't mind the rainstorm, it becomes increasingly difficult for the horses to travel on this muddy road.
Eventually, the mud is thick enough to swallow half of the horse's hoof; it's no longer just a dirt road, but a mire.
"This situation would never happen in the Third State."
"Although not all roads in the Third State are paved, frequently traveled routes would never have this kind of unstable foundation."
"Even if there are simply some stone pavements, this type of dirt road wouldn't exist."
So, at some point, the situation became awkward; horses meant for travel have now become burdens.
The three cultivators walk along this muddy road, leading the horses, one step deep, the next shallow.
