Thousands of miles of ice, snow falling silently.
Countless large snowflakes fell on the slowly flowing Luo River, barely disturbing its surface, the gentle rustle only emphasizing the valley's profound silence.
On one side of the riverbank, on the broad shoal, a massive military camp had been established. Countless tents stood along the riverbank, densely packed and neatly arranged, resembling black and white pieces on a chessboard, awaiting the strategist's decisive move.
This was Yu Wenye's camp.
Leading a force of twenty thousand men, he advanced eastward along the Luo River, reaching Luokou Ferry, setting up camp at the closest point to Huangtu Ridge. Though it was a temporary camp, its banners fluttered fiercely, and its defenses were daunting, striking fear into all who approached.
This was their second day stationed here.
