At the blow of the wind, the morning mist scattered.
Within Worthy Prince City, rank after rank of soldiers marched north.
Some soldiers looked ahead in confusion. The army was moving somewhat quickly.
Worthy Prince City's north gate was not large.
Only when they approached the north gate did the soldiers slowly widen their eyes.
Worthy Prince City's north gate was gone.
Even the northern city wall of Worthy Prince City had been leveled.
The great army crossed the place where the northern wall had once stood as though walking on level ground.
After a moment of stunned silence, the officers and soldiers gripped their weapons tightly and straightened their backs.
Worthy Prince City did not need a north gate.
This was not a matter of smashing the cauldrons and sinking the boats.
This was confidence.
After leaving Worthy Prince City, the various armies advanced toward the Great River under the command of their generals.
The soldiers once again wore searching expressions.
For an expedition on such a massive scale, with more than a million, perhaps even two million troops, why was there no oath-taking ceremony?
Were they heading to the Great River?
The army continued north. Even upon reaching the banks of the Great River, they saw no raised platform, no striking banners, not even the Idle Prince surrounded by his generals.
The doubts in the officers' and soldiers' hearts grew heavier.
Some soldiers turned their heads and looked in every direction.
The banners of every army filled all ten directions, armor and weapons reflecting white light.
The sunlight in the sky seemed blocked by the dark clouds formed by the countless armies upon the ground.
The sky was vast and the grasslands boundless, yet every soldier felt as though he had been crammed into a huge vat.
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