Lux Calendar, Year 414, December 13th, 8 A.M.
The sky was filled with greyish-white clouds, and a piercingly cold wind blew as if a heavy snowfall could, at any unsuspecting moment, tumble down from the sky and completely bury the Sailuomen Plain.
Yang Yu, dressed in thick clothing, exhaled a breath, and the moisture in it instantaneously bonded into tiny ice crystals, forming a thick fog that lingered stubbornly.
At the stronghold near Golden Tangerine City, the Lu Hua Army General was organizing the troops, planning to launch a fierce attack on Golden Tangerine City,
"We need a few squads to serve as the vanguard for the siege. Are there any teams that will volunteer? It's best if the unit is a hundred strong, centurions, come forward eagerly.
If nobody....requests, then we will lower the requirements to the rank of centurion, and form new battle groups."
The Lu Hua Army took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring.
