A thousand miles of desert, with yellow sand filling the sky.
Beneath the scorching sun, a formidable army clad in armor and bearing keen weapons marched north through the desert on foot.
The army numbered around two hundred thousand, all wearing Black-and-Red Battle Armor. Banners fluttered at its center, prominently bearing the name of Northern Li.
Clearly, this army was Northern Li's elite!
While Ming launched the Western Expedition against Song State, Northern Li had not been idle either.
In recent days, Northern Li's army had set out again under Meng Tian's command, departing from the Northwest and heading straight for Liao and Jin north of Song State, along with the foreign tribes subordinate to those two kingdoms.
In less than a month, the army had made successive forced marches covering over a thousand miles.
Now, it had penetrated deep into the Jin Kingdom.
At a glance, almost every soldier's armor bore bloodstains. Some even had thick crusts of dried blood covering their bodies, and the entire force radiated an unmistakable aura of slaughter.
Clearly, their advance over the past half month and more had not been peaceful.
Even so, these soldiers remained spirited, their eyes brimming with fighting spirit and murderous intent, without the slightest sign of decline.
Over the years, this elite army of Northern Li had followed Meng Tian on campaigns north and south, long since becoming a battle-hardened force no weaker than the army of any dynasty under heaven.
Even the worst among them had foreign tribesmen's blood on his hands.
At the army's head, Meng Tian wore black battle armor and held the Bronze Battle Sword, riding a tall black horse. He cut an imposing figure, and the baleful aura in his eyes made others afraid to meet his gaze.
Behind him followed Ye Dingzhi,