Amid the swirling snow, more than twenty huge black tents stood starkly against the white wilderness, surrounded by a wall of snow-covered wagons.
Snow-laden gales battered the tents, making them creak, but the shelter provided by the wagons, along with soldiers constantly clearing melting snow from the roofs, kept them standing in such harsh conditions.
At that moment, Allen was busy in the largest tent, using his abilities to stabilize the critically wounded.
In the battle not long before, the cavalry had been the decisive force behind their victory, but the infantry had borne the greatest pressure throughout the fighting.
Some casualties had therefore been unavoidable.
Fortunately, Allen's archers had suppressed the enemy Longbowmen from the outset, and by the end of the battle, the enemy cavalry and chariots had never had a chance to enter the fray.
Otherwise, there was no telling how devastating their losses might have been.
Even so, dozens of soldiers had died on the spot before they could be treated, while the wounded filled more than ten tents. Over half were seriously injured, including the Easterlings who had survived the battlefield.
Judging by past experience, if treatment went smoothly, these wounded would need only two or three days to begin recovering.
By then, Allen's power would have recovered as well, allowing him to give them a second round of treatment and bring them close to a full recovery.
However, that required a comfortable place to recuperate, along with plentiful, nutritious food.
With the large amount of supplies he had acquired after the battle, Allen could just about provide all that. If necessary, he could simply buy more from the Simulator. Lives mattered more than money, after all.
Still, maintaining a reasonably warm temperature in this environment was no easy task.
For that, they had the