The north wind raged madly, and the snow began to fall again, the wind and snow hitting faces with an icy, bone-piercing chill, a stark red pain.
Qi Taiguo and others lay in ambush in the bushes, watching the passing vehicles and the movements in the surroundings.
With the weather so cold, having been on the ambush for several days, it was strange that not a single robbery had occurred. Logically, it didn't make sense, with the New Year approaching soon, these people would want to have a prosperous year; they definitely wouldn't come back empty-handed!
"This weather is really lethal, why is it so cold, do you think we'll come up empty-handed again tonight?" Chen Shouwang asked Qi Taiguo beside him.
One wouldn't know until they were on the mission, but now it was clear military merits weren't so easily earned—just look at this damned weather, freezing people stiff.
