Under the pitch-black night sky.
More than a dozen military off-road transport vehicles formed a long trail of light and shadow on the ground, driving straight in a certain direction.
In the compartment of one of the transport vehicles, Wang Qiang sat on a makeshift modified chair, swinging her legs and muttering to Lin Ziming:
"Colonel Lin, don't you think our style is kind of off?
In a fantasy world, shouldn't there at least be some carriages if not flying on swords or something?"
Lin Ziming glanced at her and said:
"Well, the Wei Mansion does have carriages, but to haul so many people and goods, they wouldn't even cover fifteen kilometers in an hour. By the next stop, Conan would probably have five or six new episodes out already.
Back then, the Wei Mansion had no other choice but to use carriages for transport. Now that we have more efficient transport vehicles, of course, we're going for the optimal solution."
