Yan State, DaHuang Mansion, the border.
The climate at the border during the night was extremely cold, and sometimes there would even be heavy snowfall. Soldiers had tested it, and during the coldest days of winter, spitting on the ground, it would freeze into ice within three seconds.
But after dawn, as the sun rose, the temperature would rebound dramatically, scorching to an unbearable degree.
This was the border, with its unpredictable and bizarre weather. Soldiers stationed here were the elites among elites. Even within all of Da Xia, they would be ranked in the top three.
At this moment, inside a military tent, candlelight flickered, casting long shadows. Marquis of Pingxi, with his handsome and sharply defined features, clad in armor, sat at this post, reading through documents.
At that time, the tent flap was lifted, and Xu Wei, a towering figure clad in heavy armor, walked in. One could see that his armor was covered with a thick layer of frost.