"Mm."
Lord Zheng sighed.
The Sword Saint spoke, "Hungry?"
Lord Zheng nodded,
and said:
"Skipped breakfast, kept my stomach empty, wanted to savor some lamb soup."
......
"Tsk!"
Behind the slope, Xue Three lifted his head, gazing at Juyang City ahead.
Juyang City isn't a significant city, nor is it a strategic military point; it's merely a county city within the capital region.
The news of Jing City falling should have reached here already, but the Yan Army's downstream movement might not have been relayed as quickly.
Yet, Juyang City's gates were tightly shut, with the air of high alert.
Xue Three smacked his lips. If it was merely closing the gates as a formality, it would be nothing, but outside the city, there were two camps.
One to the north, one to the south.
The camps aren't large, with only a dozen tents or so, and about a hundred men per camp. Interestingly, they're all cavalry, and a rough estimate at a glance shows more horses than men.
