Yet the young man went about all these tasks so naturally, without anything seeming out of place, that watching him was comforting.
When he reached the road at the front, Niu Ergan was pacing back and forth. Although he showed no anxiety, he was clearly not entirely calm inside.
Cui Jiuyang studied the branches and snow piled on the road, then smiled and shook his head.
Chapter 269: Making camp
Although everyone in the convoy worked together to clear the snow, broken branches, and fallen treetops from the road.
The snow reached their calves, and every step sank into a deep hollow. On top of that, their many layers of winter clothing made them as bulky as bears and severely restricted their movements, greatly reducing the men's efficiency.
In the end, the convoy indeed failed to reach Langya Village at the scheduled time.
The snow showed no sign of stopping. Instead, it fell harder and harder, great featherlike flakes drifting down.
By dusk, a howling north wind had even begun sweeping across the ground.
The biting wind carried icy snowflakes that lashed viciously against their faces. It felt like sharp little blades scraping them over and over, painfully.
Niu Ergan truly lived up to his reputation as a seasoned teamster who had spent years traveling this icy route.
He promptly abandoned the idea of pressing on. Drawing on his familiarity with the terrain, he soon found a spot beneath a cliff sheltered from the wind and called out for everyone to make camp immediately.
Making camp was no casual turn of phrase. It was a construction project, a race against time that required everyone to work together and move with urgency.
This was Cui Jiuyang's first time witnessing such a large camp being set up in the wilderness. Before this,