Hua Yan was awakened by the noise outside, sat up, lifted the carriage curtain, and looked out at the densely packed mountains in front of her.
This place was indeed a treacherous location for troops; setting up a continuous camp here was truly a good spot for concealing an army.
At the top of the mountains, there were specks of lamplight, evidently signal towers.
She narrowed her eyes, thinking back to three or four years ago when she and Xia Yuan came here to gather herbs, there wasn't such a large military camp. It must have been set up by Su Zishe in the last two years, right?
Three hundred thousand soldiers, not a feat accomplished overnight. Where had he been recruiting and buying horses before? And from where had he transferred the troops here?
"What are you looking at?" Su Zishe suddenly turned towards Hua Yan.
