The yellow sand rolls endlessly, stretching to the far horizon where heaven and earth meet, blood stains the earth, and the ancient city of Loulan has already crumbled in half from this battle, on one side are nearly a thousand massive flags descending like clouds, facing only two people.
The Great Khan King of Dichi watches his opponent, a young man from Great Qin. His demeanor is more like a gentle scholar, but he wears a full set of Great Qin Mingguang Armor, sturdy and heavy, like a mountain, protecting him firmly, with a crimson cape billowing in the wind behind the armor.
The Khitan Khan King whispers in the language of the Central Plains.
"Divine Martial..."
His expression is solemn, his gaze straightforward and earnest, as if looking at a distant landscape, the thousands of Iron Cavalry behind him likewise stand silently, the tall warhorses beneath them slightly shaking their heads, their long and soft manes undulating like waves.
