Three days later, noon will come.

It was August, and the sun was shining, and the ten-mile wasteland between the two armies was scorched, and the space twisted slightly.

Boom! Boom! thump…

The drums of war sounded in the Beizhou barracks, and the sound of the drums became more and more urgent. Tens of thousands of troops stood up in unison, as if the waves were rising, reaching hundreds of miles, which was extremely spectacular.

On a huge wooden chariot, Meng Xuan of Tongwu Valley stood, with his hands behind his waist, he squinted and looked into the distance.

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