This early morning, Yang Zhenshan left the city with his Personal Followers.
He wanted to personally check the disaster situation of the military households.
The snow on the road was thick, even riding a horse could only proceed slowly.
Red Cloud disliked such thick snow, taking small steps and continuously kicking the accumulated snow on the road.
Yang Zhenshan looked at the vast expanse of whiteness, his mood growing heavier.
He had anticipated this heavy snow, but was unable to make perfect preparations.
Tenglong Guard had been in poverty for a long time, and many issues couldn't be resolved in a short period.
Take the houses, for example, in this freezing weather, it was impossible to renovate them, only simple reinforcements could be made.
And the so-called reinforcements were merely supporting the houses with a few more tree trunks.
Nothing else could be done.
After spending more than half a two hours, they traveled almost twenty miles and reached a garrison.
