The autumn scenery is extremely beautiful. On both sides of the official road, vast expanses of golden yellow stretch far into the distance, then at the horizon, unite with the sky. When the wind blows, the grass, which has grown wildly for a whole year and is as tall as an ordinary person's waist, first bends downwards and then straightens up, waving continuously, like waves. More than twenty carriages travel through the vast fields, resembling a sword that splits the golden and azure sky. The creaking sounds are incessant, indicating the heavy cargo on the carriages. The caravan is already quite considerable in scale, with tall and brave men at the rear brandishing long whips, driving over thirty horses of various colors, raising clouds of dust with their hooves. These men whistle, and each time they leap into the air, they can accurately land on the back of another horse amidst the galloping herd without falling to the ground, showcasing extraordinarily skilled horsemanship, which would surely earn applause in the Northern Frontier or Western Regions. At the forefront of this convoy is a jet-black stallion that moves at a decent speed but looks quite relaxed. Riding it is an exceptionally tall and sturdy man with a full beard, a broad saber strapped to his waist. He doesn't hold the reins but grasps a map made of cowhide in both hands. It's crudely sketched with charcoal, and he scrutinizes it with furrowed brows. All the carriages behind are loaded with goods, and many people simply sit in front of the carriages, leaning against the canopy. Quite a few ride horses, nearly everyone armed, their faces marked by the wear and tear of the journey. Outside the caravan, a red horse follows leisurely, quite large but excessively thin, with prominent shoulder bones. On its back, a young man dressed in black appears somewhat aloof. Wang Anfeng looked into the seemingly endless distance. Even with his ocular power, it was challenging to see anything at such a range. A little over half a month had passed since they left Liangzhou City. Focused on the journey, even though the carriages were pulled by ordinary horses, the caravan progressed at a respectable pace. A few days ago, they left Jiangnan Road, and calculating the distance, they had entered the Great Qin's Northwest. Upon entering the Northwest, the temperature dropped sharply. When they left Liangzhou City, the merchants felt a little excited and were unprepared for hardship. Now, however, the initial leisure had faded, and they occasionally showed bitter expressions. Often, mental preparation doesn't mean one can ignore the hardships that lie ahead. Knowing is knowing, but fatigue remains the same, and more often than not, it is even more tiring. This section of the plain was relatively easy to traverse. If it were the previous rugged roads, being jolted on the carriage would nearly shatter a person. Those with martial arts skills could bear it, but the merchants without the slightest combat skills found it unbearable. The leader, Zhou Chao, surveyed the surroundings, pulled his horse to a stop, and called out loudly: "Everyone, take a break and catch your breath. Swap the horses to save their strength. We set off in a moment, and if we push a bit harder, we can reach the next city today, sparing us from sleeping outside in the wild." Read complete version only at NoveI~Fire.net "By then, we can taste the Northwestern beef and mutton, which is nothing like what's in Jiangnan Road; it has no peculiar taste at all." Wang Anfeng could almost hear a unified sigh of relief from the entire caravan. The caravan slowly came to a halt; hired guards took out premium horse feed from the carts to nourish their exhausted steeds to restore some energy. They then swapped the cart-pulling horses with the ones at the back, ensuring maximum speed and saving strength. Having pulled heavy cargo for half a day, these ordinary horses were already struggling; once they stopped, their breathing was heavy, with froth forming at the corners of their mouths. If they didn't swap horses and continued to push forward, they might not reach the city before the gates closed, and these ordinary horses risked dropping dead or being injured from exhaustion, which would pose considerably larger problems then. Wang Anfeng dismounted, and the red skinny horse snorted, leisurely running to the side of the field to graze on the grass leaves. With autumn deepening, the grass was somewhat dry, far less juicy than fresh horse feed. Ordinary horses eating it could fall ill, but the creature seemed unfazed, munching happily, left and right. Wang Anfeng was intrigued by how the usually picky horse had changed its habit when suddenly someone shouted to be careful, and something flew directly towards him. Wang Anfeng raised his hand and caught it, finding it was a bag of treated horse feed. He looked up. He saw a round-faced man walking over from beside the carriage, smilingly saying: "Give your steed something to fill its belly." "After these days, even we are damn tired, let alone these mounts? If something goes wrong on the road, it wouldn't be a simple matter to handle." "When I first took this road years ago, I had no spare steed ready, and as a result, my horse turned lame. It was quite an ordeal to make it to the next city." Wang Anfeng looked at the somewhat damp horse feed in his hands, maintaining his 'Blade Madman' persona, nodded, and said flatly: The other man didn't mind, chatted a few words with a smile, and seeing Wang Anfeng wasn't much for conversation, waved goodbye and returned to his goods.