The rolling hills stretched out before them, and in the distance, the shadow of the Ginmeng Mountains loomed.
Soon, Zhao Tian and Li Xueyan got down from the carriage and looked at the number of caravans stationed near the gate to be set out.
A line of caravans stretched along the road, their wooden frames groaning under the weight of goods piled high atop them.
Oxen and horses, sturdy and resilient, were tethered to the caravans, snorting softly as they awaited the long journey ahead.
The caravans are also protected by guards and mercenaries who are appointed by the merchants to guard the caravans on their way.
Looking at the caravans, Zhao Tian frowned slightly "With such protection, do you think the bandits will attack the caravans?"
Li Xueyan gave a nod "Hmm, since the bandits' activities have increased in the past few days... it seems like they have increased protection."
