The group left the county town and sped away, heading straight for the northern part of the city.

On the official road, only a trail of dust remained, like a rolling yellow dragon.

Occasionally, a few groups of bandits hiding in the forest, ready to engage in some cost-free trades, saw the billowing dust and initially thought it was a flock of fat sheep, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

But when they saw the black uniforms with red patterns, their faces turned pale.