The river valley is in the north of the province.
The north wind is howling, and the snow is as sharp as a knife.
At a glance, countless craters covered the cracked earth, and the whole wasteland seemed to be plowed by something.
Under every inch of soil, there are charred corpses. On the gentle hill not far away, there is a burning lion flag——
That's the flag of the Legion!
Ten days ago, the Legion Expeditionary Force, which had been locked in a stalemate with the Rift Valley, launched its first offensive in winter against the Rift Valley.
This sudden cold winter has brought the physical strength and spirit of both sides to the limit, and everyone is clear in their hearts