How great is the power of nature, this is a topic that is difficult to encompass in the volume of words, and even if you try your best, you can only show the tip of the iceberg.

If you look at history, no matter what country you are in, you can look at the decisive battles that determined the fate of the country and even the nation, even if the recorder has selfish intentions and devotes more space to eulogizing the greatness of human heroes, you will always find in it the influence of the weather on victory and defeat.

A good commander will take advantage of all the natural factors at his disposal, and the wind direction can be used to increase the range of his archers' arrows, and with the help of visual shields such as fog and night, the march of the army is also considered a basic operation.

After a downpour, the muddy ground would trap the heavy cavalry in it, and the hot climate would make the supplies rot and mold quickly, polluting the water source, making the soldiers sick and diarrhoeal, and even the sword would be frozen with the sheath if the cold protection measures were inadequate.

Because of daily exposure, people are so accustomed to these environmental factors that they hardly notice how important they are in the great victories and the tragic defeats.

The time, the place, the people. Of the three major advantages that can be gained in a campaign, the human factor is only one of them.

If the vast natural world is anthropomorphized, then the epic battle that human beings sing is almost like two litters of ants fighting in the eyes of humans.

In their spare time, if they are interested, they will squat down and spend some time watching. But few people care which of these ants is a hero, a king, or a great man in the colony.

Anyway, if you are in a bad mood and pour a pot of boiling water on it, the heroes and great men will not be able to escape the catastrophe.

When the things that other creatures are struggling with are just small things that you can change or destroy with a single move.

Naturally, your heart will not take these things seriously, and you will become indifferent.

This kind of difference in magnitude does not exist in the same dimension at all, so that people cannot hate nature as much as they hate the high-ranking people of the same race.

The power of irresistibility evolved into awe, which led to the birth of polytheistic worship with the anthropomorphism of natural phenomena all over the world, and even in ancient times, human sacrifices were used to pray for a good weather, and even in monotheistic religions such as the self-proclaimed more "advanced and superior" White Church, the greatness of the One God was glorified by describing natural disasters as the power of the great gods, and all suffering was explained by the doctrine that "this is the punishment of the gods for the guilty ourselves".

The force of nature is so inseparable from life and so strong and difficult to resist that when it wants to do something, people have long been accustomed to it, and they can only choose to temporarily stop anything they want to do or are doing to cooperate with it.

The team stopped.

From morning to noon, despite snowshoes and other equipment, the soft, clammy ground severely hampered their progress.

On a clear day, the wetlands, which could have been traversed in a single day, had walked for hours on end, and they had covered less than a fifth of the way.

After lunch, seeing that most of the day was impassable, Narumi decided to abandon the shortest straight and take a slight detour to the right to the shore of the crater lake.

Because of the accumulation of water, the topography of the lake is relatively higher than that of the surrounding area. Most of the vast wetlands are so humid that the snow is not cold enough to freeze the snow hard. Today, they had to camp because they couldn't cross the wetlands, so they had to find a higher area at the very least, at least so that when the snow melted, it wouldn't flow into the tent.

The hundred-strong team came to the high ground by the lake one after another, although they only walked a small distance to the right, and because of the soft snow, they did not reach the target area until about 1:40 in the afternoon.

Because they had been unable to sleep well at night after the first battle, and today they encountered difficult terrain, and the samurai and ashigaru were obviously demoralized.

In the morning, they were back to a similar taciturn state, and when they reached the lakeside highlands, facing a large area of snow that needed to be cleared, many people stood in a daze for most of the day.

If you don't get a good rest, your mental state will become very poor. Although the samurai had horses to walk, it was not particularly easy to ride on horseback for a few hours, wearing nearly 20 kilograms of armor and weapons. Ashigaru armor was certainly lighter because it used less iron, but they also needed to carry some supplies on their backs, and they were on foot.

After all, there is a big difference between training and actual combat. Even though these samurai and ashigaru of the Aota family are very hardworking and train every day, the simulation training that can be entered indoors at any time in the courtyard is only a drop in the bucket compared to the real environment. Lacking experience in carrying heavy loads in bad weather, they have repeatedly pushed their abilities in all aspects to the extreme.

The city lord of Qingtian said that it was an excuse to cover their trip to Xinjing, and it can't be said that it is just an excuse to put on a show. When you go out and do everything outside, you have to rely on yourself and your companions, and this trip is not only a training for the young master Yajiro, but also an experience for the samurai and ashigaru.

At the moment, their performance is not beyond the expectations of our more experienced Sage and Miss Luoan.

Narumi and the others, as the warrior attendants of the Moon Country, are professional soldiers who have been trained for a long time and have been polished physically and mentally by the abundant wisdom of this ancient country with a culture of more than 4,000 years.

But because of the long-term peace of this country, including their ancestors for more than ten generations, those who have trained for this purpose all their lives but have never really let the sword in their hands taste blood before dying, occupy the vast majority.

It is true that the people are happy that they do not need to be useful, but when they do need to apply their various skills, the gap between training and actual combat will cause many things to start to be out of tune and out of harmony.

This is not to say that training is useless, as a white-haired girl with a professional background who has learned real knowledge from Henry knows all too well.

Training or not training is like going out into the wilderness and not being prepared.

A trained person is like a person who has water, cooking utensils, fire utensils, bedding, and food, but because of the actual situation, some things will not go so smoothly. For example, a fire that can be easily lit during training may be difficult due to variables such as the dampness of the velvet and the different wood used during training.

But even so, this is still much more likely than someone who knows nothing and is more likely to return alive.

They will have setbacks, and they will be frustrated that the situation is different from what they have been training before, and they will not be able to achieve the full results they want. You will feel tired and sleepy because you have not encountered similar situations in training.

But over time, if they absorb these experiences, transform them, and further burst out of their fighting spirit in the midst of difficult situations, then they will also be reborn as better characters than they are now.

Of course, there will be those who will be frustrated and slumped, but all in all, the current samurai and ashigaru are showing such an incongruous appearance, unable to keep up with the beat, and out of shape.

Luckily, the team wasn't entirely made up of them, and the Yiren tribes, who were lighter and more experienced in the wilderness, made up the same majority. Because the material baggage is carried by pack oxen, they still retain considerable physical strength after being tested in the wilderness. After simply eating the rice balls wrapped in gauze and placed in their arms to prevent them from freezing and eating cold and stomachs, the still energetic yaki spontaneously began to clear the snow from the highlands and help Ashigaru unload the baggage from the pack oxen, so that the pack animals, who were also tired and out of breath in the snow, could lighten the burden.

Henry of the foreign combination, they are not hunters and warriors, and the characters who have no combat effectiveness account for several small detachments, but there is no one to lie down on this trip.

Henry and Mira aside, Lulu herself is from a Yi background, she is a porter, and the missionary trio, since they have the ambition to cross the ocean, they naturally have to endure hardships and stand hard work, although Edge's performance makes it impossible to associate him with the word.

In the end, there are only Aya and Sakura, the two women who are in the upper echelons of the people, fortunately, the way of survival is different, and the appearance seems to be two extremes, one is petite and the other is tall, but these two ladies also have an unyielding heart, although after climbing the high ground, they can't help but hold their knees and gasp for breath, and they are still sweating in the snow, but they don't say a word and don't say anything to ask others to accommodate themselves.

Of course, the two of them also carry very light equipment. Only a few clothes, rations, and water were carried by the more vigorous Galeva, a stunned young man, but his tenacity was still commendable.

The Yi people used walking poles and snowshoes to tie together old rattans to make a simple snow sweep. Although it was a very hard work, Hulan, the son of Temulun, the leader of the Yi people who was still a young man, played happily with other Yi boys and girls of the same age. They laughed and put the improvised snow sweep in front of them, and ran to push the snow down to the ground, providing more or less vitality under the clear sky.

I don't know if I was infected by the unique vitality of this young man or because I felt lazy because of it, but in short, the samurai and ashigaru also gathered up their mentality and began to camp, feed the horses and cattle. One pass ten to hundred, spread the spread of the industrious whole hundred-person brigade is idle, and the speed of solving the problem can be described as fast.

By the time we reached the heights, the snow had cleared to reveal the weeds, flowers, and soil below, the camp had been set up, the cattle and horses had settled on one side, and the campfire had been lit to warm up with something to drink.

Although only weeds grow in most of the wetlands, there are some shrubs and trees near the lake. A team of Yi and Ashigaru unloaded their belongings, including armor, and prepared to head there to replenish firewood, while the rest began to check their equipment again and do all sorts of tedious but necessary daily tasks.

Last night was snowing heavily, but today it has been sunny since the morning.

The sun shone one morning and noon, causing a lot of snow to melt, and the snow swept down to the ground was sticking to a clump, and some of the rough spots on the highlands were wet and cold water when you stepped on them.

The armor worn by the samurai after the battle paint inevitably began to show some rust under such weather, and the wooden sheath of the long and short knives also began to swell due to moisture, and even when someone wanted to maintain it, they didn't pull it out for a long time, and finally overdid it and sat on the ground with their buttocks.

Even if he is well-educated and believes in a dogma that pays attention to self-discipline, whining and some whispered swear words will inevitably overflow with the dissatisfaction in his heart.

And it was under the entanglement of all kinds of thoughts that the first day of the long multi-day journey through the wetlands.

The curtain gradually came to an end.