Eternal Gate

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On the vast land, Zhao Yun galloped his horse all the way.

It must be that the area is too remote. Since leaving Dongyue Snow Mountain, he has been running for three or two days, but he has not seen a single person.

It wasn't until the fourth day that he encountered a group of refugees in the valley. Most of them had families with them and were dressed in ragged clothes. All of them, men, women, old and young, were sallow and thin.

"Old man, how far is this place from Jiangzhou City?" Zhao Yun stopped a rickety old man.

"Three hundred miles."

The rickety old man's eyes were blurry and his expression was weak.

While speaking, he glanced at Zhao Yun and said,

"Why are you going to Jiangzhou? There's a war going on there?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yun understood instantly.