The spring breeze carries the fragrance of cherry blossoms, wafting up to the peak of Mount Fuji.
Yang Ge stood atop the peak of Mount Fuji, his gaze extended across the vast plains beneath the afterglow of the setting sun, where countless black-and-white images were competing to project on this wide plain...
Since they had landed at Hirado Port last year and advanced northeast, sweeping through the whole of Dongying, over half a year had passed.
The journey thus far could not be called difficult.
But the torment was something only those directly involved could appreciate.
And as the organizer and leader of this expedition, all the pressure and torment were relayed upwards layer by layer, ultimately resting on his shoulders.
All sorts of comments can melt gold, and three men can make a tiger.
