Fifty li west of Mountain Pass.
The encampment of the Far West Army's 66th Legion.
From a distance, gray-brown tents covered the entire hillside.
They stretched from the foot of the slope to its crest, more than a hundred thousand tents in all.
A million troops were stationed here.
It had rained just the day before yesterday, and the roads were still muddy.
The 66th Legion was divided into seven sub-legions, with fifty-six battalions in total.
Each sub-legion had eight battalions.
Ju Xingyu sat in his tent, wiping the long saber in his hands.
Beside him, Zhang Yuanyu sat warming himself by the stove, his gaze resting on the book he held.
This was the Fifth Battalion of the Fourth Sub-Legion of the Far West Army's 66th Legion.
Both Zhang Yuanyu and Ju Xingyu belonged to this battalion.
Like the Far East Army, the Far West Army followed the same rule, separating soldiers according to their origins as much as possible.
A battalion had around twenty-five thousand men, and of those twenty-five thousand, no more than fifty came from the same country.
Even those fifty were assigned to different units.
This was to prevent mutiny in the camps.
With countrymen and clansmen scattered apart, the only people they could trust were the comrades at their sides.
The only person they could obey was their superior officer.
Ten men shared this tent, and six of them were currently dozing.
That was because the men in this tent had been assigned a nighttime mission yesterday.
They had gone to patrol the northern stretch of Mountain Pass, ensuring that everything inside the walls was secure.
They had set out before sunset yesterday.
By the time they returned, dawn was almost breaking.
Firewood burned in the stove, occasionally giving a crack and scattering a