Chapter 412 Originated from Fear

The vigorous sound of trumpets and high-pitched cymbals rang out on the vast plains, and the rumbling sound of drums was like thunder from the blue sky, awakening the windless and moist ancient silence on the land of Sichuan Provincial Administration. The sky was pitch black at dawn, but a ray of morning glow suddenly rose in the east. The densely packed spears and flags turned into dark shadows against the backdrop of the morning glow. The grand and orderly footsteps beat rhythmically against the sky and earth in the sound of drums; the hurried hooves of horses changed the comfortable and leisurely atmosphere of this place.