Outside the capital city.
Dozens of miles away, there was a solitary mountain peak, which was hundreds of meters high and vaguely allowed one to see half of the layout of the capital city.
Yu Xian stood alone on the cliff, looking into the distance, showing a look of amazement on his face.
An old saying goes 'beyond ten thousand people, it's endless; beyond one hundred thousand people, it pulls heaven and earth.'
And for the so-called million-strong army, Yu Xian had only seen them in history books, even if he had lived twice as long.
It was a purely visual shock caused by sheer numbers.
Camps stretched for hundreds of miles, with fires all over the hills and plains. It would take a fast horse to gallop for half an hour just to send a command from one end to the other.
"What a grand spectacle; it's worth staying to see it."
