The vast, desolate wilderness was rarely tread by man.
The wind whistled and horses neighed amidst rows of tents, but only a few wisps of cooking smoke rose into the air.
This was the camp of King Dongsheng.
Inside the central commander's tent, Xue Shentian fidgeted, unable to sit still.
He had brought his army of one hundred thousand here a month ago.
For that entire month, the one hundred thousand troops had been stationed here. The cost of feeding man and beast alike had turned the great camp into something resembling a refugee settlement. Now, with rations running critically low, the army had yet to achieve a single glorious victory, but hunger had already turned every soldier's face sallow.
With a flash of light, Li Mingli appeared.
"You're finally here! Did you find anything? Is there a way out?"
A look of joy spread across Xue Shentian's face as he asked hurriedly.
"Water... Let me have some water first!"
