Soldiers huddled in groups of threes and fives, lying together; they simply took off their saddles to lay them on the ground, either sitting or lying down.
Campfires burned in clusters, cooking meat soup in iron pots.
There was no lack of firewood here; just chopping a few trees was enough for their use, nor was there a shortage of water, with an unnamed small river not far away.
They still had plenty of horse meat, and a lot of game too, as the snowy plains teemed with wild animals.
Such as tigers, bears, wolves, wild boars, and so on.
Nevertheless, with so many people and horses, they had ravaged the surrounding area for more than ten miles quite severely.
By the time dawn broke, the jungles within the ten-mile radius had become a complete mess, fortunately, this world had no environmental protection laws, nor were there environmentalists to condemn them.
Just as the sky began to lighten, Yang Zhenshan led the army towards the small tribe they had scouted yesterday.
