Those shouts kept ringing in Jiang Zhizhou's ears, one wave after another, leaving him deeply puzzled.
This place was so close to the Imperial Mausoleum, yet so many people had gathered here without seeming the least afraid of being discovered. Just who were they?
Jiang Zhizhou slowly raised himself and watched the troops from afar.
Their armor differed from that worn by the current army. As he examined it closely, alarm stirred within him.
The armor they wore was actually of the previous reign's design.
The new emperor had been ruling in his own right for several years now, yet there were still soldiers wearing uniforms from the previous reign?
This was the grave crime of treason!
But Jiang Zhizhou looked up at the sheer cliff behind him, then back at the soldiers nearby, and a vague unease settled in his heart.
Where had these men come from? What did they intend by gathering here?
Jiang Zhizhou carefully surveyed the surrounding rocks, closed his eyes, then quietly moved a few steps forward, concealing himself behind another rock.
From here, he could see more clearly.
Those men were indeed wearing military uniforms from the previous reign, and even their swords and spears were of the kind used back then.
Watching them, Jiang Zhizhou almost felt dazed, unsure what time or place he was in.
After drilling for a while, the men gathered together, then all withdrew behind several rocks.
Until not a single man remained.
Clearly, they must have returned to their hiding place.
And that hiding place lay behind those two rocks.
Jiang Zhizhou slowly drew his head back, his brow tightly furrowed.
He had never expected to stumble upon such a strange affair in these desolate mountains.
Most pressing of all, the direction those soldiers had taken was precisely