Lin Xiuming, leading twenty thousand cavalry, had reached Yan County in less than a month; unlike the last time, the speed of their march was evidently much faster.
Once again at the southern gate of Yan County, Lin Xiuming's heart was filled with a myriad of emotions; the last time they had rushed to Yan County, they had even prepared for defeat.
But upon entering the city, they realized that the North Prince had already dealt with the Barbarian Tribe's massive army of three hundred thousand, and the seventy thousand soldiers he had brought were merely porters.
Looking at the opening of the southern gate of Yan County and the common folk bustling to and fro on the road, a soldier beside Lin Xiuming said, "General, why do I feel like North City doesn't seem to have experienced a war at all?"
Hearing the soldier's remark, Lin Xiuming fell silent.