Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1354: 439: Hu Brothers Enter the City with Cai Yunzhou

Hoo…

Extreme North Area of Evergreen Valley, during the day

Snowflakes fill the heavens, and the gale is howling

A paved road alongside Qing Valley, eight meters in width, extends from south to north.

The air current here is potent, yet its direction is unusually erratic.

It seems to be venting aimlessly, seeking an escape route, sweeping the snowflakes in the sky into whirling cyclones; it buffets the trees lining the road, causing them to sway back and forth; occasionally, it shatters the icicles dangling from the cliffs on both sides of the valley. Some of these icicles stretch over ten meters, while shorter ones measure three or four meters, striking the ground with considerable force and noise.

The flying snowflakes, swaying trees, falling icicles, and the desolate, pristine Qing Valley road present a striking contrast between movement and stillness, unintentionally creating a picturesque scene of a snow-laden ancient path.

“Silver dragons leap, cold light hangs low, ten thousand valleys carved with ice, a thousand cliffs frosted…”

Suddenly, a low, melodious singing voice emanated from the road's end.

Based on the sound, it was discernible as a middle-aged man.

The initial four lines of the song vividly depicted the harsh, frigid landscape of the Ice Abyss, hence the slightly somber tone. The song continued:

“Ice blades steep, frozen clouds askew, the wind carves mountain bones with scabs…”

The song persisted in portraying the severe environment, yet introduced a spirit of defiance. The man’s voice gradually rose with fighting spirit, then passionately delivered the final line:

“Stride through the wind, shake off the sleeve and stand, Moao Mountain reveals clouds and hues!”

“Bravo, Uncle Hu, your singing was magnificent…”

As the song concluded, a crisp voice from a young girl offered praise.

Only then did a caravan slowly emerge from the road's terminus.

The caravan comprised over thirty individuals. Two wooden, two-wheeled carts were the first to draw attention, guided by five men each employing iron spikes and ropes, evidently providing the motive power. Following these were a long, wide iron-wheeled cart laden with goods, requiring ten men to pull and an additional five to push from behind, clearly indicating a significantly greater load than the preceding carts.

Surrounding the lead cart, six people followed on foot.

All six were clad in cotton garments. Slightly ahead walked two middle-aged men in their forties, distinguished by beast-fur felt hats and faces that exuded steadfastness and resolve. Trailing behind by a few paces were three men and one woman, four youths around twenty years of age, visibly steadying the cart by placing hands on its sides to mitigate the jolts during their journey.

Who else could these four young individuals be but the Su Family siblings?

Cough cough…

The middle-aged man at the forefront, gripping an iron spear, appeared somewhat bashful at Su Xing'er's compliment regarding his singing, clearing his throat softly twice before smiling and remarking: “Miss Xing’er, there's a hidden meaning within this Moao song, containing four names you likely do not yet recognize, do you?”

Su Xing'er paused at his words, nodding to convey her bewilderment.

Her elder brother, Su Jing, interjected: “I have some knowledge of it. Uncle Hu is referencing four names, signifying the four vassals under the Lord Landgraves. These are Fang Bo Chu Longteng from Chen Cang, Fu Wanhe from Hezang, Cai Qianshan from Cai Qiu, and Li Gangfeng from Wei Bo Feudal Town.”

Upon hearing Su Jing list the four names, Hu Tiejiang immediately chuckled and nodded: “Precisely, those are the esteemed appellations of the four Lord Landgraves. With such a multitude of people in our Four Great Feudal Towns, we have managed to reside safely within Moao Mountain’s dominion for over two centuries, thanks to the protection afforded by these four Lord Landgraves…”

Hu Tiejiang paused, then quickly added, “Naturally, as we are people of Caiqiu, we should extend particular gratitude to Cai Yunzhou.”

Su Jing and the others offered no verbal response, but those involved in pulling and maintaining the caravan wore expressions of deep approval.

Hoo…

As the caravan advanced into the turbulent air section of the road, the strain on those pulling and pushing the vehicles intensified, naturally causing their pace to slacken.

“Tiechuan, come lend a hand pushing the cart!”

Hu Tiejiang, demonstrating his experience, called out to his brother, Hu Tiechuan, who was beside him, and promptly moved to the rear of the second vehicle to offer assistance.

Following suit, Su Jing and his siblings also moved to the back of the vehicle to help push;

Su Xing'er, observing the steadily increasing wind strength, could not resist turning to inquire: “Uncle Hu, why is the wind so fierce and chaotic in this particular area?”

Hu Tiejiang, clearly possessing ample experience, immediately responded with a smile: “The Evergreen Valley is subject to perpetual external airflow. Due to the topography and temperature variations, this external airflow surges into the valley, converging precisely here, thus resulting in the powerful and turbulent winds.”

Su Xing'er, far from being naive, pondered her explanation briefly before looking up with a spark of realization, “Are we approaching Qinghua City?”

“Miss Xing’er possesses remarkable acuity!”