The caravan quickly arrived in Des Moines, Iowa, which is named after the Des Moines River running through the city.
According to archaeologists, Indigenous people had settled in the area as early as 7000 years ago. The first historical record of the city dates back to May 1843, when Western engineers built a fortress by the riverbank.
Upon entering the city, everyone's tense state dissipated, and they each showed relaxed smiles on their faces.
Zhu Wencong was to stay in this city for one night, so when work was over, it was free time for leisure.
"Let's all take some time off now! We'll regroup and set off tomorrow morning!" Zhu Wencong could tell that everyone wanted some time to themselves.
The crowd cheered for Zhu Wencong's wisdom, exchanging glances with Gareth as the soldiers went off to find their own fun.
Gareth said he had some personal matters to attend to as well, and since Zhu Wencong had his own personal guard, there was no need to worry too much.