Time flies, four days later.
Yunding Mountain, a scene of bustling activity.
The recruitment had not yet ended; it was proceeding vigorously, and the momentum was growing ever larger. Young men from various prefectures along Jiannan Road came attracted by the fame, resulting in an increasing number of enlistments over time, with a large number of martial artists joining the Mountain-cutting Army.
The continuous turmoil in Shu over the years, and the demon disaster at the borders, had already made life unbearable for the people. When the renowned Martial Saint General called for an offensive, the shift in the stance of attack and defense led to an overwhelming response.
And on this day, it was the date for the first batch of new recruits to receive their armor.
On the training field of the Ninth Mountain, yellow dust rolled as the autumn wind swept through the circular-collared robes of the newly recruited soldiers, raising a rustling sound.
