The soldiers were arranged in a circle, like stars scattered across the clouds.
The wind lifted the jet-black cloak, dust swirling low on the official road. The Emperor's trusted aides were lined up; the hooves of the Crimson Mountain horses tapped, and Liang Qu looked across the military formation, clearly seeing the rippling muscles on the warhorses, the white breath they exhaled, and the rise and fall of the soldiers' armor plates.
An invisible pressure loomed high like a mountain, rising from the ground, tilting over, and the people were silent.
A horsetail whisk waved, Eunuch Li walked slowly in front, accompanied in the middle by the Heavenly Feather Commander Meng Qiang; behind them, the Heavenly Feather soldiers held aloft large flags with the word "Shun," respectfully walking behind.
"Wang Chao, Chai Shen."
"Present!"
The Red Blood Dragon Horses leaped, two riders' armor clinking, with a cold silver light flowing over it.
"Hold the flag."
"Yes!"
