"You call this a road?" Jia Xu, who was nearly seventy, pointed at the weeds half a meter high beneath their feet and looked at Gan Ning with an expression as if he were constipated.
By then, three days had passed since they entered the Daba Mountains. That day, Guan Yu had ultimately agreed to Gan Ning's proposal, and Jia Xu had been powerless to stop it. To keep Gan Ning from being too reckless, Jia Xu had gone all out and firmly demanded to serve as part of the vanguard alongside him. If they encountered anything too risky, at least he could limit the losses in time.
Guan Yu, meanwhile, was stationed with the rear army to prevent any accidents from cutting off their route back.
"This—how is this not a road?" Gan Ning sounded somewhat lacking in confidence. "Can't you see that the grass here is much shorter than the grass beside it? It was trampled down."
"You call this thing a 'road,' do you?" Jia Xu felt that he must have gone mad to actually believe Gan Ning.
"The Imperial Advisor said that originally, there were no roads on the ground. Once enough people walked over them, they became roads!" Gan Ning stuck out his neck and retorted.
(Wang Xuan: That wasn't me! I didn't say that! Don't make things up!)
Jia Xu's face darkened with anger, but he was helpless. They were already here, so what else could he do? When they had first entered the mountains, things had still been all right. There had been some narrow mountain paths. Although the terrain... well, there wasn't really any terrain to speak of, at least they could be sure they were mountain paths. Liu Bei's army was well trained, with specialized off-road training, so they could endure