July 22.
Yang Zhengshan led the twenty thousand soldiers of Yaowu Camp and Lianwu Camp out of the Capital.
The great army set out, vast and mighty, its killing aura enough to make one shudder.
The Twelve Imperial Guard Battalions should have been Da Rong's most elite troops. Even the current Zhenbiao Five Battalions of Chongshan Town were somewhat inferior by comparison.
However, if the Five Army Battalion of the Tenglong Guard could be reorganized, its combat power would still be above that of the Twelve Imperial Guard Battalions.
Of course, that was under the condition of equal troop strength.
After all, the Five Army Battalion back then had only six thousand men, while the Twelve Imperial Guard Battalions had a total of one hundred twenty thousand soldiers.
On the first day the great army set out, they marched only a hundred li or so and had not even left the borders of Shuntian Prefecture.
And that was under the condition that they were not carrying a large number of baggage trains. If they had been carrying a large amount of supplies, they could probably only march forty or fifty li in a day.
As evening approached, the great army pitched camp, set up the cooking pots, and prepared meals.
Yang Zhengshan sat in the command tent, reading the intelligence Wu Zheng had sent someone to deliver.
In the past few days, even more jianghu martial artists had gathered in Cuixia Valley. It was estimated that their number was almost over two thousand!
And the atmosphere in Cuixia Valley had also become increasingly tense.
Although the Secret Martial Guard held very strong deterrent power over jianghu martial artists, there was no guarantee that a situation where many jianghu martial artists swarmed forward together would not arise.
With so many jianghu