North of Qiming City, the brocade banners fluttered, seemingly covering the sky.
The golden Emperor's Banner in the Central Army danced in the wind, like a soaring Golden Dragon, overlooking all beings.
The tents of nearly four million troops unfurled like stars in the night sky, giving a heavy sense of impending beastly ferocity about to devour everything.
Dark clouds press down on the city, threatening to crush it.
Within the Central Army Camp where the Emperor's palanquin stood, Emperor Chengtian sat on the Dragon Chair, gripping his hands tightly as he looked at the maps and the intelligence rapidly presented by the Jinyi Guard, his excitement difficult to conceal.
Although it was his first personal expedition, his first step onto the battlefield, holding nearly four million troops in hand, the thrill was somewhat uncontrollable.
'No wonder my Imperial Sister loves to be on the battlefield so much, this feeling is indeed wonderful.'
