Chapter 193 Book 5 A boat without sails
The morning sun filtered through the light mist covering Xian Town's forest edge, where 500 soldiers prepared for a slow and deliberate journey. Large beasts called Fron—hornless buffalo-like creatures with tough, crocodile-like skin—snorted and stomped, their breath fogging the cool air. Saddled with supplies, weapons, and tents, the caravan was no swift military charge but a methodical march meant to reinforce Qinglan State's soon-to-be embattled border.
Captain Wei stood at the front, his eyes scanning the forest ahead with a mixture of focus and pride. Behind him, his soldiers performed final checks. They weren't just warriors—they were now pioneers, trained in the use of the revolvers, new bows, and crossbows forged in Xian Town's foundries.
A short distance away, Li An stood atop a small wooden platform near the edge of the main road. Clad in a simple black robe dusted with soot and ink stains, she lifted a hand in farewell.
