"Sons, assemble and go!"

The whining trumpet resounded in the sky.

In the upper reaches of the Mohe River, the Wusu ginseng grassland, the military horses all over the mountains gathered.

40,000 Xiyun Jing rode out of the camp, carrying dried meat and water bags, and drove the sheep out of the Wusu ginseng pasture.

It was only because Meng Xing sent an order ordering them to retreat twenty miles.

Such a major military move cannot be hidden from anyone else.

"What! The West Cloud Elite rode all out of Wusu Ginseng Grass

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