Fletcher's Descent into the Abyss Chapter 243

The border county faces the desert and is eroded by wind and sand. Standing on the city wall, you can rarely see the sky. The houses in the territory are low, and when you look out at the surrounding fields from here, everything you see is earthy yellow. There are few green plants along the way, and you can only see a few diseased trees after riding for several miles. The grass in the desert is unevenly layered, like a gentleman who is over fifty and about to go bald.

Casper Xiao's helmet was covered with a layer of dust. He took off his helmet, turned his back to the setting sun, and looked at the border city wall floating in the sand waves in front of him.

"This place is really poor." Hai Rigu jumped off his horse, the accessories around his neck rustling. He unscrewed the water bag, tilted his head back and poured the water on his face, closing his eyes and saying, "Scorpions don't come here at all."

There is no farmland in the border counties, and the land underfoot is so barren that it is already showing signs of collapse in the hot June. Casper Xiao removed his military boots and looked at the insects crawling in the gaps in the loess.

"The grasslands east of the Suotian Pass that Amur had worked so hard to obtain were invaded by yellow sand and turned into a wasteland in the first year of Emperor Clement. The Qingshu tribe therefore abandoned the area and retreated to the east of the border county." Hai Rigu lifted up his wet hair, "The Lord wanted me to talk to the Youxiong tribe, but he didn't give me any bait. This business requires brains, which I don't have."