The foreign cavalry moved north. Zhang Xiu and He Yan left their homeland…
To be precise, from the moment they left their homeland, their names were no longer "Zhang Xiu" and "He Yan," but rather the Left Virtuous King Modu and the Left Virtuous King's Consort "Cao Mu."
Just as in the past, when the Han Dynasty enfeoffed Princess Wang Zhaojun and married her to the Xiongnu, a different kind of "peaceful alliance," shrouded in truth and falsehood, once again unfolded on this land. Not long after entering the barbarian territory, the cavalry encountered a sandstorm…
The roaring wind whirled, flinging yellow sand into the sky, then shrieked as it cast them down to the earth. The coarse grains of sand mercilessly lashed faces, causing intense pain.
The scenery outside seemed to be reduced to nothing but "heaven and earth in darkness"!
Even though… Zhang Xiu and He Yan were prepared, the desert sandstorm once again refreshed their understanding…
Much like their journey itself…
It was filled with danger, filled with the unknown!
The cavalry of hundreds must move as if strung together by a single rope, the head of one horse connecting to the tail of the next. Everyone understood that losing the tail of the horse in front meant being abandoned in the vast yellow sands.
"Whoosh… whoosh…"
He Yan, dressed in Han attire, sat inside the carriage. Despite the canopy shielding her, she could not endure the ravages of the sandstorm. She suddenly recalled Lu Yu's words.
"These foreign lands beyond the frontier are desolate to the extreme. Even if offered to the Han people, they would not want them."
"And once they are not wanted, then even if countless barbarian tribes are slaughtered, it would be of no avail…"