I got into the carriage that was heading to the front line of the Tranquility River.

The sound of rolling carriages, mixed with thunderbolts, galloped along the mountain paths.

After a short sunny day, it rained heavily.

The bank of the river burst the embankment, and the high water level was no longer intercepted by the embankment, and rushed to the fields in all directions.

Washed away the fortifications of the front line, washed away grazing livestock, and broke the continuous terraces.

Outside the carriage. It was raining profusely, and while the rain was lighter, the groom waved the reins quickly.

The cool breeze was gusting outside, but the inside of the car was as warm as spring.

Yan Cianming held the teapot in his hand, leaned on the cushion and drank the tea unhurriedly.

I pulled open the window, and the mud spots in the horse's hooves splashed in an instant.

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