Dust flew on the roads, hoofbeats constant.
Reinforcements arrived at Clear Feather Ridge batch after batch, and the Northern Province's main forces finally took over the battle line.
Soldiers pitched tents and began constructing defenses around the valley mouth: watchtowers, trenches, arrow towers, even catapults and heavy crossbow carriages were brought up.
Within days, Clear Feather Ridge transformed from a crude Snow Swearer stronghold into a true Northern Province barrier.
Of course, the Snow Swearers had no intention of just retreating.
They deployed small elite units from Ice Sea Prefecture direction, attempting night raids, arson, supply line disruption, and even firing curse bombs at the stronghold.
But all failed.
Either discovered in advance or ambushed and eliminated.
Gibson commanded flawlessly—troop deployment, enemy engagement, and formation arrangements were all perfect.
