The tall flags suddenly moved, and as they calculated that each Qin person had fewer than five arrows left, the iron cavalry urged their steeds to slowly start moving.
From slow advancement to full-strength charge, they took only seven breaths of time.
The air, laden with residual moisture, formed a breeze, carrying the horse's foul stench into the Border City. The entire city was filled with cries and chaos, yet there were valiant guards drawing their knives and gripping carved bows as they ascended the crude city walls, aware that the end of this small city was imminent and powerless to change it.
They felt a panic that the stable world was about to be thoroughly shattered.
