The eastern part of the kingdom, such as most of Trois-Rivières, actually doesn't snow.

The Ferrol Valley is located further north, and it usually snows in some winters and not in other years.

This year, it seems to be a cold winter, and it hasn't been long since the beginning of winter when snow falls in the Ferrol Valley.

As the saying goes, in a good year, next year's Ferrol Valley may have a bumper grain harvest. Therefore, even when they saw snow, many people smiled on their faces and smiled happily like a child.

However, this is not a good thing for the commander of the army, More.

When it snows, for Mohr, it's not just a drop in temperature, it means more trouble.

First of all, snow would make the environment of war unsuitable for war, so Moore's plan to train new recruits had to be put on hold for the time being.

Secondly, the snow brings about the increased difficulty of battlefield reconnaissance, and the white expanse of snow is really suitable for the enemy to hide their tracks. As a result, Mohr also dramatically narrowed the scope of his reconnaissance and no longer wasted manpower.

As for the need to prepare materials for the army to keep out the cold when the temperature drops, these are all trivial things. After all, fighting in this season, the weather factor did not surprise a commander.

This snow, from a trickling snowflake, quickly turned into a goose feather snow, and it fell for three days and three nights at once.

When it snowed, the nobles in the camp were not idle, they connected with each other, and the banquet of drinking and merrymaking was also held for three days and three nights.

When the snow finally stopped, and the rare winter sun hung in the sky, Claire, who looked tired, walked out of the camp and squinted her eyes slightly stinged by the reflection of the sunlight from the snow.

The heavy snow on the ground was 30 centimeters thick for three days and three nights, and the wooden walls of the camp were now covered with a thick layer of frost, which looked like someone had deliberately watered it.

You don't have to think about it to know that in the past few days, Moore must have been very worried about the enemy's attack, and he must have ordered his soldiers to water the walls of the camp.

The simplest way is often the most effective. In the cold winter months, this ice wall is enough to stop the attacking soldiers.

Not long after Claire walked out of the camp, a group of cavalry also hurriedly rushed out of the camp, and the target was the Ferrol Valley.

Obviously, these were sent by Moore to reconnoiter the enemy.

I don't know, what is the situation of that enemy army, the other party's should not be as carefully built as the Watch Alliance, and when it encounters such heavy snow, I am afraid that most of it will be frozen to death and frostbitten, and it will lose its combat effectiveness. If an attack is launched at this time, will the enemy army be completely annihilated?

Unfortunately, there is a slight discrepancy between the facts and Claire's conjecture.

Soon, Moore sent someone to inform Claire to go to the meeting.

There weren't many people qualified for this combat meeting, only four or five barons and their subordinates, and even then the small room felt very crowded,

When Moore saw everyone, he didn't talk nonsense at all, and told everyone the latest information straight to the point.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry to tell you that according to the reconnaissance reports of the soldiers, the reinforcements of the other side have already felt the Ferrol Valley in the snowy time, and the enemy's strength has been greatly enhanced.

By the way, the commander of the other side, judging by the banner, should be the Baron Walter, and propose that the commanders of both sides meet with each other, you see if I should agree. ”

Hearing this, Claire admired the Baron Walter a little, such a heavy snow, and being able to march with the army, was enough to show that the Baron Walter was not a mediocre talent, otherwise the people below would not have agreed.

Sure enough, this Baron Walter, who had made great achievements for Count Marcus, was not easy to deal with.

It seems that the Baron Walter also thought that in such cold weather, the vanguard of the opposing side would probably suffer a major attrition before marching like this.

Perhaps, the Overwatch Alliance missed a good opportunity.

As for what the other party said about the meeting of the two commanders, Claire had no objection.

In fact, this can be regarded as a special aristocratic tradition in this world.

When the nobles fought with each other, the nobles of the two sides often had to meet each other and say something high-sounding to each other. Sometimes, when the two sides are evenly matched, it even evolves into duels and other methods to decide the outcome of the war.

However, this time, since Moore and Baron Walter are only small commanders, not big lords who have the final say, it is probably unlikely that this time it will evolve into this, and it should just be an ordinary meeting between the two sides.

Claire was not interested in this kind of boring superficial work, and casually coped with it.

"Whatever, go if you want, it's not Count Marcus, it doesn't matter if you see it or not."

Claire's words sounded a little arrogant, but everyone didn't think there was anything wrong. It was Count Marcus who had the final say in this war, and the meeting with Baron Walter was destined to fail to reach any agreement, and the two sides had the most fundamental conflict of interests, so it really didn't matter if they saw each other or not.

"I'd like to see the famous man of Erdo Castle. If Baron Moore doesn't mind, I'm willing to go with you. A baron on the side spoke.

Claire glanced at the other party, but did not speak, the other party's name is Luke Rhodes, and he is one of the top three barons in the Overwatch League.

When Luke said this, some people chimed in, saying that they wanted to meet the Baron Walter. Naturally, Moore didn't say anything, and agreed to it.

Next, it was time to talk about the battle plan, and Claire pricked up her ears to hear Moore's arrangement.

As a result, Moore said a lot, all of which were nonsense, which probably meant that the side of the Watch Alliance would still respond to all changes with the same attitude, stick to the strong camp, hold on to this winter first, and wait until the army of Trois-Rivières was dispatched, and everything would naturally be solved.

Such old-fashioned words made Claire a little groggy to hear, and in a trance, it seemed that she had returned to her previous life to attend those boring meetings and listen to those boring reports.

What kind of banquet these days has made Claire a little sleep-deprived, Claire sat at the table, pretending to look at the map, but began to pretend to sleep.

"Baron Claire, Baron Claire?"

The continuous cries called Claire back from the fugue.

Claire opened her eyes in confusion and saw that everyone was looking at him, and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Claire's expression, everyone had different expressions.

Moore asked softly with a smile on his lips.

"Baron Claire has been silent, not knowing what he is thinking?"

It's broken, how can there be a feeling of being caught touching a fish.

Claire's heart fluttered and she hurriedly said.

"I'm thinking, how much has the other party's strength been damaged in this heavy snowfall, can we take the initiative to attack?"