Du Yunluo was slightly taken aback.
Mu Lianxiao said again, "He probably doesn't think much of us. The desert is treacherous, impossible to cross.
It's been a year and a half, and the Han people haven't reached outside Ancient Meili City. Wuna Li is probably laughing at us.
At the end of September and the beginning of October, that's when the Dazi retreat their troops from the Northern Border back to Ancient Meili, and the city is at its most lax."
When it came to military campaigns, Du Yunluo understood only half of it, but she listened attentively to Mu Lianxiao speak.
The two talked for a while, and seeing the sun slightly to the west, Mu Lianxiao took Du Yunluo outside.
The garrison wasn't far from the city wall, and from a distance, Du Yunluo saw that tall and solid wall, even more spectacular than she imagined.
Ming Liu brought Mu Lianxiao's horse over.
Mu Lianxiao lifted Du Yunluo onto the horse, mounted himself, held her tightly, and kicked the horse's side gently.
