The Western Wall Frontline, as the defense line between Qin Country and the barbaric Beast Clan, had never seen the end of hostilities; minor skirmishes broke out almost every year.
On the edge of the wilderness, there was actually nothing worth fighting over here: no valuable resources and no prosperity to speak of.
For Qin Country, this location served merely to halt the eastern advance of the Beastmen, while for the Beastmen, it was a millstone to reduce their own population.
On the somewhat barren city wall, a man dressed in the uniform of a Major General of the Great Tang Empire patted his coat hem twice with gloved hands, finding the environment here was excessively harsh compared to the terrain of Tang Country.
"Further west, is there an oasis?" Zhou Huaiyuan squinted at the distant battlefield and asked the Qin Country General beside him.