The sun had just risen, and dawn clouds stretched for ten thousand miles.
South of the Northern Territory's Border Pass lay a desolate expanse of land.
An army of a thousand men traveled south, carrying a small supply of provisions.
At the front and rear of the column, five hundred black-armored Futu Army soldiers rode Horned Beasts, clearing the way and guarding the rear.
In the center of the column, dozens of stern-faced Blood Tiger Guards, sabers at their waists and blood-red sashes tied around them, surrounded and protected a spacious carriage.
Such a disciplined force, bristling with killing intent.
As they advanced, everyone along their route stepped aside.
This was the party accompanying Gu Chenfeng back to the Imperial Capital to receive his rewards.
The thousand Futu Army soldiers and dozens of Blood Tiger Guards were all men his father had assigned to him.
The Futu Army was the military's elite, and these thousand men were personally led by its commander, Luo Heng. Their fighting strength went without saying.
The Blood Tiger Guards were likewise talents personally trained by the old man.
Unlike the Futu Army, whose main role was fighting on the battlefield.
The Blood Tiger Guards specialized in assassination, protection, intelligence... With outstanding individual strength, they belonged to the ranks of special forces.
With these two forces protecting him, Gu Chenfeng had no need to worry about the march.
Although Gu Chenfeng could be considered a fierce general who had ridden across battlefields, he had no taste for seeking hardship where none was needed.
He picked out a large, comfortable carriage for himself and spent his days resting inside.
This made the First Prince, Li Yuanqi, who was traveling with the army and already disliked him, even more displeased.
At that moment, Li Yuanqi followed behind the