Early that morning, Yang Zhengshan took his personal attendants and left the city.
He was going to see the disaster situation among the military households for himself.
The snow on the road was very deep; even on horseback, they could only move forward slowly.
Red Cloud hated snow this thick and kept taking tiny steps, kicking at the accumulated snow on the road.
Yang Zhengshan looked out over the vast white expanse, his mood growing heavier and heavier.
He had predicted this heavy snowfall long ago, but he had still been unable to make foolproof preparations.
Tenglong Guard had been poor and weak for too long, and many problems could not be solved in a short time.
Take the houses, for example. In this freezing weather, there was no way to renovate the houses at all; they could only be reinforced a little.
And the so-called reinforcement was nothing more than propping up a few extra tree trunks inside the houses.
Nothing else could be done.
After spending more than half an hour, they had traveled almost twenty li and arrived at a tun fortress.
The tun fortresses here were different from those in Chongshan Town. The tun fortresses in Chongshan Town all had outer walls to fend off invading Hu Tribe forces, while the tun fortresses of Tenglong Guard were more like villages.
This tun fortress was called Nanling Tun. It had more than thirty military households. It had previously been a centurion post, but now only retained the organizational structure of one banner.
When Yang Zhengshan arrived at Nanling Tun, the military households inside the tun were busy building houses.
Someone saw Yang Zhengshan and his group coming, and soon a man in a fur jacket ran out from the tun.
"Commander, my lord!" When the man saw