The brand new asphalt road reflects the sunlight, winding towards the distance, and dozens of military trucks painted with a tri-color camouflage roar along this freshly paved road like steel beasts, stirring up a cloud of dust. As the wheels crush the road surface, they emit a dull roar, breaking the tranquility of the village afternoon.
Villages in the northern part of the Eastern Continent, once ravaged by war, now present a scene of tranquility, with no trace of smoke or the pungent smell of gunpowder. The air is filled with the fragrance of earth, mixed with the scent of wheat wafting from the distant fields.
The Tang Army did not fall into the annoying security wars as expected, nor did they encounter countless resistors; everything appeared to be calm and orderly. The once sounds of gunfire and cries have now been replaced by laughter and cheerful chatter.
