By the time the young Emperor and his entourage had reached the city gates, the great army had already arrived five miles outside the gates.
After all, it was a force tens of thousand strong, and with the open terrain outside the city, their banners and flags were visible from five miles away!
Not only that, but as battle flags fluttered in the wind, a strange chant began to echo in the ears of the Civil and Military Officials from a distance.
"The beacon fires rise, looking north over the land; Dragons banners curl as horses neigh, the sword's frosty edge; heart as boundless as the Yellow River's flow, who could stand against twenty years of sweeping conquest!"
Indeed, although this chant sounded strange and was unheard of before, even officials accustomed to courtyards and music had never heard such a tune.
But undeniably, this melody stirred up a blood-boiling fervor, especially among the warriors.
