Reinforcements

Bayer loosened his grip on the reins and his warhorse gradually slowed down to a halt. He turned around and gazed at the long, orderly rows of soldiers struggling forward. The thick snow had obstructed the army's speed. The infantries trudged through the ten-meters thick snow, where even the tall, might warhorses grunted. Moreover, if it wasn't for the leading troops who cleared the path, perhaps the supply chariots at the back would be caught in the snow entirely.

"Old man, is anything the issue?"

A young knight came to a halt beside Bayer. The latter turned around and glared fiercely, which the young man quickly changed his form of address.

"Sir, is anything the matter?"

"Nothing. I just think that we're advancing rather slowly. The weather is great. We should move faster."