Yuyang.
After leaving the small city, what lay before Xiang An's three thousand troops was a towering city wall they had never seen before.
"The Great Wall." Xiang An gripped Torrent Gallop's reins and looked at the tall, sturdy wall, so solid it seemed eternal. His breathing quickened, and boiling blood seemed to flood his chest.
Zi Juan followed behind Xiang An, too stunned to say a word.
Such a structure could be called a divine miracle, yet it now stood before the soldiers.
As his hot blood cooled, a trace of heaviness entered Xiang An's heart.
Because in Xiang Yu's memories, those foreign tribes had destroyed the Great Wall—at least this section belonging to Yan.
They had poured madly through the breach into the Central Plains, becoming a terrifying calamity.
"Once we leave the Great Wall, if we travel a hundred li east, we should reach the foreign tribes' current settlement." Xiang An arrived beneath the pass and turned back to Zi Juan, his expression solemn. "Little Four, distribute everything I prepared earlier."
Zi Juan froze for a moment, then nodded gently and sighed.
"Xiao Ye, go help her."
Three thousand was neither a large nor small number. Since the Chu army had long maintained strict discipline and swift obedience, the process was efficient. In less than twenty minutes, every soldier had received what Xiang An had prepared—even Xiang An himself took one.
It was a high-quality leather sack.
One for every person.
"Warriors of Western Chu—!" Xiang An leaped to a high place and shouted as he looked down upon the troops.
"Beyond this mighty pass lies the enemy of the Central Plains, the enemy of mankind! The things in the paintings the three generals showed you before are now outside this Great Wall!"
Xiang An pointed northeast