At the end of Central Street, dust gently swirled.
The clash of metals reverberated.
War horses clad in heavy armor, breathing lowly, with bells hanging silently on either side of their belly.
Rows of formations were arranged, allowing the onlookers, no matter where they stood, to observe as if seeing a single man!
Sixty-four military formations, flanked by cavalry holding flags and guarding the formation.
Same height, same width, same alignment!
"Hoo!"
Silver Scale Armor Soldiers stood at the front, shining in the sunlight, positioned just after Great General He Ningyuan, capturing everyone's attention.
Though wearing silver helmets, everyone knew who it was.
Marquis Xingyi!
Aside from those inheriting titles, the youngest marquis in Dashun!
Attracting the admiration of countless young and married women.