The next day.
The arid desert was somewhat cold today. The dry air was moist, and the breeze was fresher. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers marched with new vigor.
They looked at the quiet desert in pride. This used to be the home of the Desert Sand Men, but they defeat them.
Even though none of them knew where they were going, they knew it must be related to the mysterious ancient city.
Meanwhile, the enthusiasm on the faces of the soldiers couldn't be found on the faces of the various battalion commanders.
It was like each of them had eaten flies.
They were quiet with stoic expressions.
"Commander, what's going on?" The vice commander of the cavalry unit asked with a puzzled expression.
"Your horse riding training has just doubled. Get back in line," Biyu commanded with a stern face.
'What!' All cavalrymen looked at the easy-going commander in shock.
