Although the rain was slow at night, it was still dripping and drenching people's hairs.

Bao Yuanqian braved the rain and led hundreds of horses deep into the Purple Mountain, dividing into four columns along the way.

At first, they could gallop their horses on shallow hills, but the more they went up, the more dangerous and difficult they became, and there were many branches, and they had to slow down their horses.

Bao Yuanqian held the horse lance in his hand, slowly plucked the branches, and after the mountain woods were irrigated by heavy rain, the smell of the fragrant earth penetrated his nose and throat.

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Chapter 223 of "Da Ming Horse Archer" No matter how high the kung fu is, I am afraid of the kitchen knife is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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