The situation was getting more and more serious.
Reno had been watching the situation since winter came.
Recently, there had been a few cankers in his mouth because of the inflammation.
The cold wind blew, and the Northland fortress was snowing again.
The soldiers struggled to warm themselves up.
Now the supply of fuel was insufficient, and the daily supply of fuel was limited.
The soldiers complained.
That was to say, they had to endure the special situation.
As the marshal, Reno was willing to share weal and woe with the soldiers.
He had set her mind at rest.
Seeing the soldiers patrolling in the wind and snow with difficulty, Reno had the intention to kill the people of the supply team.
The supply team hadn't shown up yet, and now only the food was enough.
If it was not enough, the Northland fortress would be lost.
"Marshal."
Someone called Reno in a trembling voice.
Tired, Reno raised his head.
"What is it?"