Snow was falling heavily, and the sky was a gray haze, hiding the Sun from view.
Outside the city, the Yubei River and Luo River had frozen over with ice more than a foot thick. In the past, Yang Xu would stand atop the city wall and often see fearless herdsmen and fishermen as black dots amidst the vast white landscape, breaking ice to fish. This year, however, it was completely clean, not a single black dot in sight, only the stretch of horse teams transporting supplies, treading through the snow, into Shuofang Platform City.
North and South were at war, and the city was under martial law.
All fishermen and herdsmen were forbidden to wander outside the city at will.
The small circle atop the flagstaff was covered with snow two fingers thick.
Scanning the surroundings, he jumped down from the city wall.
Yang Xu patrolled along the city wall.
