On the seventh day of the eighth month, at noon, on the Bazhou imperial highway.
The scorching sun baked the cement road, and shimmering heat waves distorted the distant scenery, making even the air seem to burn. The riflemen’s leather armor was already soaked with sweat, plastered against their backs, and every breath carried a burning pain.
"Third group, change horses!" shouted Wang Qingzhi, her voice hoarse yet resolute.
Chapter 226