Clack clack ~ Woo woo woo ~
In the early morning, the sound of the train arriving broke the winter's tranquility.
As soon as the door opened, the chilling north wind fiercely swept into the warm carriage, and a middle-aged man of imposing demeanor stepped out.
Outside the door, the crimson carpet extended all the way to the station's exit, with soldiers in uniforms standing solemnly like statues on either side, their spines as straight as the steam rifles in their hands.
"Your Majesty."
General Barton, known as the Imperial Iron Wall, stepped forward respectfully to pay his respects.
The Blood Emperor Ishtar said coldly, "Take me to the frontlines."
"This..."
Barton was somewhat caught off guard, but dared not defy the Blood Emperor's authority, so he nodded in acknowledgment, "Yes, at your command."
The dignitaries who came to welcome the Emperor could only follow, accompanying the Blood Emperor to the frontlines for inspection.
