On the same afternoon, the blizzard had become so heavy that even the officers of the Divine Arms Battalion were finding it unbearable. The private soldiers with the responsibility of forging a path in the snow had to lift their legs high each time they took a step forward.
In this accursed weather, even though everyone was taking turns to create a path in the snow, it was still extremely taxing, even though the terrain was flat.
However, no one else dared to faint for the rest of the afternoon as they were all afraid they would get dragged to their deaths in the snow by Ren Xiaosu.
"Let's set up camp here." One of the officers of the Divine Arms Battalion said, "We'll continue on our march after the snow has stopped."
It was not the time to think about saving face. If they continued marching, all of them might just end up dying in the snow.