On Qingfu Mountain, the warm winter sun shone over the vast white mountain forest, reflecting a silver radiance that dazzled the eyes.
Standing at the foot of the mountain and raising his head to look up, he saw the whole mountain covered in jade branches and jeweled leaves, as if painted in powder and built of jade, a pure expanse of white.
"My lord, what do we do next? Should we sneak up first?"
Song Dashan looked up at the flashing light on the mountaintop, then hurriedly lowered his head and asked.
Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly. "It'll be very hard for us to creep up without making a sound!"
Qingfu Mountain was large, but Huang Yifu's stronghold was not. Its location was no secret either, so they could find it very easily.
The mountain in front of them was steep, with cliffs on both sides. Only the north and south sides allowed passage up and down.
Right now, the entire mountain was a vast sheet of white. If dozens or even a hundred men went up the mountain, one sweep of the eyes from the summit would reveal them. Trying to hide their figures was simply impossible.
As for waiting until night!
Yang Zhengshan, stroking his beard, thought about it and felt there was no need to be so cautious in attacking a band of mountain bandits.
"Leave ten men to guard the warhorses. Everyone else, follow me up the mountain!"
Immediately, the group dismounted and began climbing toward the mountain.
There was an obvious road on the slope. Even with heavy snow covering it, the traces of the road could still be seen. If not for the snow, riding up the mountain would not have been impossible.
They followed the mountain path upward for about Half an