Bringing The Farm To Live In Another World

o you must treasure this flag.”

Zhao Hai nodded seriously then said, “Don’t worry brother, I’ll treasure this flag as if its my own life.”

At this time, the Supreme Elder talked, “Good, make sure to remember your own words Little Hai, we will move after the first wave of snow, prepare yourself well.” After which he flashed and disappeared.

After setting the day for the attack, Wales immediately sent a letter to notify the Mastiffs, then they quietly waited.

The weather on the prairie changes constantly, but the beastmen had lived on this place for many years, so they had their own means of forecasting the weather.
On the day Zhao Hai received the King’s War Flag, Wales also told Zhao Hai that an elder from the tribe had predicted that the first batch of snow to arrive in ten days would be the biggest snowstorm that had been seen for the past 10 years.

Zhao Hai didn’t know how strong a snowstorm never before seen in ten years is, but he knows that this will bring no small inconvenience to their attack.
However, on the other hand, it is also advantageous because nobody would also think that someone would march into war during this kind of weather.

Ten days was not that long, but to people who were waiting, these ten days seemed like ten years.
For this war, the Herculean Bulls had bet their all.
While waiting, they’d go sharpen their axes and take care of their mounts.
Also at this time, Wales had prohibited his clansmen from drinking liquor, no one was allowed to drink.

Not allowing beastmen to drink during winter is like taking their lives.
But the Herculean Bulls didn’t oppose this time and just accepted the order.
Since they couldn’t drink, they could only exercise in this cold weather, some even went outside and practice their martial skills there.

This is also the first time that Zhao Hai saw the beastman’s soul techniques.
When using their soul techniques, a projection of a beast would appear and slowly merge with their body and after which their strengths would increase.
Looking at this, Zhao Hai suddenly had a chill, he felt that the process looks very much like being possessed by a soul, giving him a feeling of gloom.

To everyone’s disappointment, after ten days had passed and the sky was overcast, snow didn’t fall down, making Wales anxious.

At this time, the forecasting elder went to see Wales, he told Wales that the weather had undergone some changes.
This time they wouldn’t encounter a snowstorm that can only be seen once every ten years, but on that can only be seen once in fifty years.
It would be best for the camp to group up immediately, otherwise their tents would be blown away by the snowstorm.

Although the elder’s previous forecast didn’t hit right on the spot, Wales still decided to trust the elder.
He made his clansmen group up the tents, then reinforce them, as well as building a few more additional tents to have their mounts stay in.

This time the elder’s predictions were not wrong.
While they were reinforcing their tents, large swathes of snow came blowing down like flying knives.

Fortunately, the Herculean Bulls were known for their strength.
After deploying all of their manpower, they managed to finish their reinforcements despite the buffeting snow.
They had also grouped up all of their tents, making the place much warmer.

Naturally, Wales’ and Zhao Hai’s tent were at the very center of the camp so that they couldn’t be directly affected by the cold, they were even warmer than before.

When the snowstorm came, Zhao Hai and Laura came to know how fierce a once in fifty year snowstorm actually was, for a straight 10 days, day and night it fiercely stormed.
The Herculean Bulls had to send people out to clear the snow on top of the tents, they had to be tied by a rope while working because otherwise they’d be swept up by the fierce storm and die.

Laura looked at the busy beastmen and sighed, “In the face of such a storm, the power of men is truly very weak.”

Its true, in front of such a snowstorm, the power of men was really insignificant.
Even  the well-known strength of the Herculean Bulls can only bow down to the power of nature, nature’s might is really great.

After ten days, the sky finally cleared and the sun finally came out.
Although it was still very cold in the prairie, the fearful snowstorm had finally passed, the entire camp couldn’t help but cheer.

Laura also couldn’t help but cheer, this was a contest between man and nature, and fortunately, man had managed to win.
But this also came with a price, seeing the final tally, there were 123 Herculean Bulls[1] who froze to death.
Although the number was small compared to the full five hundred thousand population, it was still very sad.

Although the snowstorm had already passed, Wales couldn’t charge immediately because the area around the tents were filled with snow that was even higher than the tents.
They first need to clear out the snow before they could move.

But despite this, the camp still exploded with enthusiasm and soon the snow had been cleared enough for them to pass through.