After making a decision,
Zhao Hong and Gao Qi led over two thousand robust young men armed with brand-new steel sabers from Black Tiger Fortress
in a mad rush towards the direction of Qingshi Town at the fastest speed possible.
All along the way, clouds of dust billowed.
The sound of footsteps rolled on like continuous thunder.
Although Zhao Hong's recruits hadn't been with Black Tiger Fortress for very long,
nourished by ample food and meat,
they might not have become strong as bulls, but they had gained flesh on their frames and a decent amount of strength.
At the very least, they were a notch stronger than the soldiers in Qingshi Town.
...
As time went by,
soon, noon arrived.
At that moment, the burning sun hung high in the sky, temporarily driving away the chill of early winter.
But it seemed that because of this, some individuals in Qingshi Town who had no worries about food and drink began to feel drowsy at noon.
"Qingshi Town is just ahead..."
