Dieting was so miserable.
Crunch, crunch.
Across the vast white wilderness, the mechanical, monotonous footsteps were like an unending lullaby. Though they might not put anyone to sleep, they steadily deepened the exhaustion in everyone's hearts.
Even a man as tough as Sun Shaozong gradually grew irritable after enough time had passed.
He casually tugged open his collar and let the knife-like cold wind slash wildly across his chest. Only then did he feel a little more invigorated.
Seeing that everyone around him still looked like walking corpses, he raised his voice and ordered, "Feng Xin, start us off with a military song. Get everyone's spirits up!"
Feng Xin, walking at the front of the procession, paused and turned back, lowering his face covering. With a miserable expression, he said, "My lord, look, we're heading straight into the wind. I... I can't even open my mouth."
"Then lower your head and sing!"
Feng Xin had no choice. Hunching over to avoid the wind, he began bellowing at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, listen the hell up to Old Feng's chant! Dragons ride the clouds, tigers ride the wind; fame and fortune are dust and dirt—get ready!"
"Dragons ride the clouds, tigers ride the wind; fame and fortune are dust and dirt.
Look upon the Divine Land, where the people suffer; a thousand miles of fertile soil lie barren.
Look upon the world, overrun by barbarians; when Heaven's way is broken, common men must mend it.
Good men leave behind their parents, not for their lord, but for the common people.
With ninety-nine steel blades in hand, we shall not rest until every barbarian is slain..."
The bold song soared into the sky, echoing through the mountains and forests with the cold wind. It startled countless birds and beasts, while