Zhao Hanzhang led the army and the Qihu Army to Guy City.
After half a day's journey, they were already in the territory of Guy City.
The scenery of Guy City was not much different from the outside. It was the time of the spring breeze, with green wild grass about a finger length growing in the fields, which, from afar, looked like the sight of wheat seedlings turning green in previous years.
But upon closer inspection, one could see it was batches of green grass.
Zhao Hanzhang reined in her horse, stood at the edge of the fields, and gazed far ahead. Chen Wu and a few others dismounted and looked forward as well, but their eyes were almost blank, not knowing what they were seeing.
The soldiers passing by couldn't help but turn their heads for a glance. Wasn't it just a wasteland? What was there to see?
