Fortunately, with the Patrol Army on guard, order was maintained.
And not just outside the city.
Even within Xianyang City, many commoners stood on either side of the main road, craning their necks in anticipation, as if eagerly awaiting something.
At the city gate.
A middle-aged man dressed in Qin Military Official attire stood straight and tall, exuding the prestige of a Military Commander.
At this moment!
"They have arrived."
An excited voice rang out at the city gate.
Straightaway,
All eyes turned to the distant horizon outside the city.
From afar, one could see the black standards of Qin gradually emerge, fluttering in the wind—a host of black-armored Qin Elite Soldiers advancing toward Xianyang.
This branch of the Qin Army had infantry and cavalry alike.
At the heart of the army,
Were dozens of prison carts, each holding two or three people.
