The border of Jinyang 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 Western Expedition, Chu Ping Chuan.
For more than twenty 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. Talking about his cold and hard black armor? It suited his heroic face.
"General, it's late in the night, let's rest now so we can wake up early tomorrow morning." Chen Yin Zhi, the lieutenant standing beside him quietly, persuaded Chu Ping Chuan with a tired face.
