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The border between the two countries.
In a small valley near Nether Gate Ridge, countless soldiers are camped here, densely packed like worker ants in an anthill.
The moon and stars are sparse in the sky, the ground is silent on all sides, leaving only the rustling sounds made by the soldiers on night patrol, the sound of the wind, and occasionally the howl of Fierce Beasts.
The Central Army's location, the Rock Armor Giant Elephant, like a small hillock, is kneeling on the ground, quietly dozing off.
On the back of the Rock Armor Giant Elephant, inside the spacious Elephant House, Murong Kaifong is, as usual, studying strategic tactics against a newly drawn map.
The fluorescent glow from the Fluorescent Stone Spirit Lamp reflects on his face, making the "川" wrinkle on his brow more prominent.
"Grand Marshal."
At this moment, Prince Beimian's voice rings outside.
"Please come in, Your Highness."
