New Year's Eve of Black Iron Calendar 905 arrived abruptly. Three days after returning to Blackwater Base, the final day of Black Iron Calendar 904 slipped silently past Zhang Tie's eyes...
A heavy snow had fallen last night. Overnight, several provinces within the Western Pacification Protectorate were blanketed in silver. Both the eastern and western sides of the Helan Mountains lay shrouded in snow, and the surging Wei River had begun to freeze beneath a thick layer of ice.
The gloomy weather hid Fairy Dragon Star as it rose in the east. Only the earth-shaking drumbeats that had rolled out from Xuanyuan Fortress last night allowed all the Hua Clan knights stationed here to feel, amid their excitement, a faint trace of the "New Year spirit" that had nearly been forgotten...
Apart from knights on routine patrols or carrying out missions, on the day Black Iron Calendar 905 arrived, the knights stationed at Xuanyuan Fortress and the various bases were granted a rare two-day break—their first since entering the war zone.
Tension and relaxation—such was the way of both civil and martial arts. During these days, as the Devil Race offensive slowed, Great Xia's knights welcomed their first New Year in the war zone, and their tightly drawn nerves finally had a chance to ease.
Since no one could venture too far from Xuanyuan Fortress and the various bases, every bar and entertainment venue throughout Xuanyuan Fortress was packed to bursting that day.
"Logistics General? The Grand Marshal actually appointed you as Logistics General?"
Upon hearing Zhang Tie's words, Feng Cangwu froze with his wine cup raised to his lips. His eyes widened as he stared at Zhang Tie, who had tilted his head and was gazing with great interest at the view beyond the crystal floor-to-ceiling windows.
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