August 17th, Seventh Year of Xuanhe, the sun was high up, slightly dispersing the chill on the earth.
Chen Mo and his party had already penetrated deep into the heart of Yu State. Along the way, it could be said that everything went too smoothly; to say the momentum was unstoppable would not be an exaggeration.
Under Yuan Youchun's command, the Tiger Swift Army plundered large quantities of wealth, food, and even women. The series of victories had utterly relaxed their last bit of vigilance, making them believe the official army of Yu State was as worthless as the ones they dealt with in the Northern Land before.
However, the current situation indeed appeared to be the same. The county cities along the way, the soldiers inside were like startled birds, immediately fleeing upon seeing the army approaching.
The Tiger Swift Army burst into laughter at the sight, mocking the soldiers for being a bunch of gutless cowards.
