The cloaked heavy cavalry sped through the rain curtain, the hooves pounding heavily on the palace road's green bricks. Every member of this cavalry was a seven-foot fully armed Second-Turn Messenger, and every warhorse was a demonic blood variant capable of charging with a hundred pounds of armor. When they charged, they were an unstoppable iron flood!
Duan Dexian rode at the forefront, glancing back at the expressionless army behind him, his heart resounding with lofty ambitions and heroic spirit.
A hundred and fifty years ago, under Emperor Divine Martial, Qi Kingdom's three great heavens had each led an invincible iron army across the Central Plains. But times change, aspirations shift, and a hundred years is enough to dim brilliance, to corrupt honor. Marquis Gu Jing was cunning and treacherous, Hu Lvming focused on cultivation, and only Duan Xiaoxian strictly maintained military discipline for a century, preserving the "Zhongwu Army" structure to this day.
