The border of Zhengyang Pass, Fufeng City, the residence of the commander-in-chief of the Dasheng Army.
It was already dark, but there were still a few oil lamps lit in the main hall of the mansion. A black-bearded middle-aged man in uniform was sitting behind the case, studying a topographic map spread out in front of him.
He was a veteran of the Dasheng Dynasty who has been stationed at the border all the year round, and the general of the West Expedition, Chu Pingchuan.
For more than 20 years, the years at the border have been bitter and cold, and traces of vicissitudes have been carved on his face, making his temples frosted early in his fifties, and his cold and hard black armor suits his face. heroic.
"General, it's late at night, let's rest early." Chen Yinzhi, the lieutenant standing beside him quietly, persuaded Chu Pingchuan with a tired face.
