There was a wide region between the Zhao and Bai clan warzone. The geography therein was diverse with hills, intersecting valleys, and towering stone forests. There were rivers flowing through these ravines, but the rapid flow and shallow reefs made even the most seasoned swimmers feel apprehensive about going in.

This vast area was a natural battleground. The complicated landform made transportation difficult, and even the most versatile of trucks couldn’t get through. That was why neither the Zhao nor Zhang clans had built major strongholds here. There were only small fortifications.

At this moment, there was a unit moving toward the Zhao clan along the simple road on the valley floor. The squad was made up of several hundred people, yet there were only a dozen or so trucks among them, mostly filled with heavy equipment and wounded people. Hence, most of the soldiers could only advance on foot.

Many of the walking soldiers were also covered in bandages, some with blood seeping out of them. Almost every vehicle was littered with bullet holes—the most unfortunate one had no roof over the driver’s compartment and only had half a bonnet left. A good jolt would cause the truck to spit out large amounts of steam, causing...