The sun leapt over the horizon, and the world suddenly became bright.
The main force of the court's army was advancing grandly, heading directly toward the rebel stronghold of Ning'an County.
However, the anticipated rebel resistance did not materialize; instead, along the way, they constantly encountered large groups of refugees being driven toward them.
On a certain hillside.
Xue Shence, in full armor, gazed solemnly at the plain ahead. A cold wind brushed his face, making the hair under his helmet flutter:
"Can the army still not advance?"
In the front view, the road was completely congested. Refugees fleeing from Ning'an County, dragging their families with them, filled the road, almost seeming endless. They carried luggage, carts, and horses, forcing the court's army to halt.
Though the soldiers below kept guiding the refugees to the side of the road to avoid clashing with the army, the troops could only move forward at a very slow pace.
