291, I, Yuann Xingjun, am here to see Mr. Zhao.

On the horizon.

The pitch-black cavalry, like a sharp blade, cleaved the ambiguous dividing line between the desolate autumn sky and the earth.

The horse hooves, as big as bowls, trampled heavily on the land, raising dust waves like muddied surf.

Zhao Douan laughed with squinted eyes, and as he tossed out this remark, a soaring eagle had already swooped above the heads of the cavalry procession.

"Stop!"

The commanding officer bearing the flag in the lead bellowed deeply, and the more than two hundred cavalrymen halted simultaneously hundreds of meters away, their actions uniform and precise.

This level of proficiency far surpassed that of ordinary soldiers.

It was evident they were well-trained elite forces.

The lead general planted the flagpole into the ground and rode alone to the city gate.

Dismounting, he knelt on one knee, bowing his head and saluting Zhao Douan with a fist:

"Deputy General Yuann Xingjun of Linfeng Road Commandery, at your service, Mr. Zhao!"