"Deputy General Liang, have the winter clothes arrived?" In the military camp outside the city, Xiang An lightly patted Liang Ning's shoulder, brushing the snow from it as he asked.
"Ah, Grand General." Liang Ning turned around, dropped to one knee, and clasped his fists. "They're basically all in place. There are still a few shortages, but they can be filled by this evening at the earliest."
Xiang An sighed and handed the item in his hand to Liang Ning. "I don't need this. Give it to the soldiers who do."
It was a thick padded lining.
"Ah? But, Grand General, you—"
"It's fine. At my level, I'm not afraid of the cold. The soldiers under us are." Xiang An patted Liang Ning's shoulder again. Without waiting for a response, he walked away on his own, heading toward his tent.
"This heavy snow has been falling for two days already. Who knows when it'll stop..." Xiang Lu stood not far away. Seeing Xiang An approach, he could not help but shake his head.
"There's still plenty of grain and fodder, so don't worry, Fourth Uncle. It just came too suddenly. I didn't expect such a heavy snowfall before spring." As he walked, Xiang An raised his head to look at the sky and shook the snow off his body.
"With snow this heavy, marching and transporting supplies are both a problem. Little Four has sent some people nearby to look for dry firewood in the snow. It won't be easy to find in this weather."
"Ah..." Xiang An let out a long sigh, rubbing his face with his right hand as he gave a bitter smile. "I said I'd take Boyang within a month, but now it seems..."
"It's an external factor. Don't dwell on it." Xiang Lu offered a