On a winter night of more than forty degrees below zero, military tents offered little warmth.
The logistical support available now was nothing like it had been before the changes. Even back then, Great Xia Nation had been far behind a rich country like the United States, which was armored to the teeth. The officers naturally understood the situation. In fact, in just two days, quite a few people had already suffered frostbite.
Half an hour later, most of the soldiers began to withdraw. Around a hundred thousand still stayed behind, however, in case the barbarians came down from the mountains, broke through the encirclement, and scattered in every direction.
The night grew deeper.
Chen Shouyi hovered quietly a thousand meters above the ground, snowflakes swirling around him as he looked down like a statue.
Faith Value burned away rapidly. Astronomical amounts of information poured into his mind through his eyes and ears, and were processed at astonishing speed.
His brows furrowed slightly.
Footprints covered the snowy mountains below.
They were jumbled and chaotic, like a ball of yarn someone had tangled up. Worse still, as the snow fell, the tracks were gradually being buried. He searched for a long time but still couldn't find the Space Channel.
He located several suspicious spots and went to investigate, but found nothing.
At least he managed to kill quite a few barbarians.
Half an hour later, with the snow falling harder and harder, he finally gave up in frustration. He had wanted to follow the Space Channel and track down the mastermind, putting an end to everything once and for all, then head home and go straight to bed that very night. Now, it seemed he could only wait for the other party to show themselves.
This wasn't arrogance.
Confidence was built