Yan State, DaHuang Mansion, border.
The climate at the border at night was extremely cold. Sometimes, large snowflakes would fall. Soldiers had tested it, and in the coldest winter, if you spat on the ground, it would freeze into ice within three seconds.
But when morning came and the sun rose, the temperature would sharply rise, becoming unbearably hot.
This was the border, with its strange and unpredictable weather. The soldiers who could survive here were the elite of the elite; even in all of Da Xia, they ranked among the top three.
At this moment, inside a military tent, the flickering candlelight cast long shadows. The Marquis of Pingxi, with his distinguished and chiseled features, sat in his armor, reviewing documents.
At this time, the tent flap opened. Xu Wei, a burly man in heavy armor, walked in. His armor was covered in thick frost.
This was the night in Yan State, extremely cold.