The season in the Southern Border had advanced into late autumn.
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The abnormal weather grew more severe with the arrival of the cold season. Light snow fell in the morning, which turned to heavy snow by noon, and became a blizzard by night. The sky was filled with an endless flurry of falling snow.
Looking out across the land...
The saying "a thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of drifting snow" truly did it justice.
It was a bitter, cold, and desperate landscape, devoid of life.
After unifying the Southern Border, Prince Nanyang naturally did not stand idly by. He issued a series of policies.
The first was to gather the population for centralized protection.
In the desolate countryside, isolated mountain villages, and remote strongholds...
In such harsh weather, more than half the residents of any ten households would freeze to death. Survival was impossible, to say nothing of finding food.
