Southern Lingzhou.
A city had been captured. A force of several thousand men slowly rode in, their army's presence seeming to overwhelm the entire city.
The grim, jet-black armor glinted under the sun, sending a chill down the spine.
"We welcome you, Commander."
An old, white-haired man in official robes was kneeling on the ground.
Bai Yuan, at the very front, leaped from his horse and walked over to the old man. "Rise."
This old man was the County Magistrate of this city. When the city fell, he had decisively switched sides and surrendered it.
In truth, these county-level cities were the least aware of the wars fought by the higher powers, especially in the Northern Territory. They had virtually no ability to resist; either side could crush them with ease.
The common folk in the city had long grown accustomed to it.
Bai Yuan had taken the city practically without losing a single soldier.
