By this time, Feng Yi had reached the border city. After getting his bearings, he didn't even have time to write to Yun Zhao, instead taking his men on horseback and riding a circuit around the city walls.
The weather was atrocious. A fierce wind howled, kicking up yellow sand until the entire landscape was a desolate blur and visibility was extremely low.
Ruins and broken walls were everywhere, a testament to the fierce battles that had raged between the two armies.
The villagers from outside the city had all been relocated inside, and the houses they left behind were either burned down or looted bare. Feng Yi's face turned livid with rage. This sight was a far cry from what he had seen on his last border inspection.
