C737 The Deserters from Abyssal Bone City

At night.

In the middle of the charred wilderness, the wilderness was currently in a desolate state, with cold winds blowing in all directions.

Occasionally, the howls of the wolves could be heard.

"Damn, why aren't you here yet?"

At this moment, a group of less than a thousand men were slowly moving forward. One of them was riding a handsome horse, his mouth was still shouting