Zhang Jun was silent for a moment and nodded heavily.

But as soon as he nodded, the whole mule cart shook violently, causing the two of them to stagger inside the cart.

"What happened?" Zhang Jun was furious.

At the same time, Liu Ziyu instinctively grasped the sword at hand... The war was urgent, Zhang Jun was actually the entire Guanxi logistics manager, and Liu Ziyu himself was the chief military staff, so he had to guard against assassination.

But immediately, an attendant outside the mule cart reported: "The captain of the transport department and the military officer, there is no serious problem. It's just that there are too many new soldiers and horses outside the city, the intersection is endless, and the mule was driving too fast just now, so the order was lost for a while..."

This was a normal thing. In fact, the two of them had heard the sound of armor and horses before, but they just didn't pay attention to it. Now that the carriage had stopped, Zhang and Liu simply got out of the stuffy mule carriage together and took a breath.

However, as soon as the two got off the car, they were stunned, because there was an endless stream of soldiers and horses in front of them, with complete flags and armor... This is understandable, because foreign troops entering Chang'an naturally have to be dressed neatly to show their military might and combat effectiveness. It is also for this reason that they choose the evening when the summer heat is gradually dissipating... So the problem is not just that the flags and armor are complete, but that there are so many of them!

Not only were there a large number of them, but the armor rate seemed to be too high. At least half of them were cavalrymen wearing iron masks, and the other half were long-axe soldiers wearing iron masks. Moreover, whether they were riding or on foot, they were actually marching in neat formation. Along the street, there were cavalrymen on one side and long-axe infantrymen on the other side, with baggage carts in the middle. It was clearly extraordinary.

"What kind of troops are these?" Zhang Jun, who was dressed in purple robes, was stunned. "Where did they come from?"

"This is not a group of soldiers, this is an account." Liu Ziyu, wearing a red robe, clasped his hands and watched a young general walk past him with a large flag with the Chinese character "Zhang" on it, ignoring the purple-robed and red-robed officials watching him. He also saw a large flag with the Chinese character "田" on the other side of the street raised high, which revealed the truth in one sentence. "This is the account of Zhang Boying and Yue Pengju!"