Divine Mountain.
At its foot.
A hunter's cabin measuring barely a dozen square meters.
The faint firelight was the only color in the vast white snow.
Water boiled inside the cabin. A man in white sat by the fire, holding a cup of hot water and gazing thoughtfully at the falling snow outside the window.
On the wooden bed by the window, seven or eight young men dressed as guards huddled together, fast asleep.
"Commander."
The only young man standing in the room carefully leaned down to the white-clad man's ear. "News from the sea."
"Speak."
"The Federation's main force has retreated. The Fourth War Zone killed forty-eight thousand enemies and captured over twenty thousand."
"Min, Zhe, Su, Lu, Demon City, and the other prefectures made great contributions."
The young man could barely hide his delight. "Our Fourth War Zone really is formidable. Marshal Sun hasn't lost his edge!"
These two were White Garment and his guard, Meng Kan.
"Ah, if only I'd been on Kou Island too."
With a look of longing, Meng Kan swung his fist, inadvertently shattering the wooden door with the sharp gust from his punch.
A biting wind instantly rushed into the cabin, scattering the fire.
"Little Meng, what are you doing?"
"Can't even get some sleep in peace."
"Always so reckless. Can you fucking settle down?"
The young men on the bed had been sleeping soundly. Jolted awake by the wind, they jumped down, cursing.
One of them casually waved a hand.
A door of ice rose from the ground.
"The Federation retreated!"
Meng Kan excitedly recounted what had happened.
As soldiers of the Fourth War Zone, they could hardly help feeling proud.
One war zone had fought the entire Federation-and fucking won.
Even the First War Zone had never achieved such a spectacular