Two months later.
Outside Xianyang City.
It was already early summer, and the sun was shining brightly.
Countless nobles and commoners of the Qin Country in bright clothes gathered in front of the city gate.
It was unusually lively.
In front of the crowd.
The officials gathered and whispered to each other.
Between them.
On a high platform, a tall canopy stood tall, and on it was an extremely majestic golden dragon.
Under the canopy, Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng, was sitting quietly on the dragon throne, wearing a dragon robe and a crown.
The cold wind blew at his sleeves, making him look dignified without being angry.
The pressure from an ancient emperor made people not dare to look directly at him.
Beside him stood two princes.
One of them had a face as white as jade. Although he was wearing a white python robe, he had a refined and easy-going expression. His temperament was gentle, like a young master.
The other person was wearing a black python robe. Under the sunlight, his face was expressionless, but his eyes occasionally revealed a hint of malice.
They were the First Prince, Fu Su, and the Eighteenth Prince, Huhai.
Zhao Gao stood outside the canopy, his feminine face expressionless.
Around the canopy, a group of well-equipped soldiers of Great Qin stood quietly.
All of them had resolute and solemn expressions.
They protected the Holy Cross.
These were the First Emperor's personal guards.
As long as Ying Zheng gave the order, mountains of blades and seas of flames would be set in front of that plate.
They would also rush forward without hesitation.
He was willing to sacrifice his life for Ying Zheng, the one emperor in history.
"Report! The Ninth Prince's army was only three miles away!”
At this moment, a fast horse galloped in front of everyone. A light armored Qin scout came down and shouted.
"Search again! Report again!"
Among the officials, the bearded High General Meng Yi ordered.
"Yes, sir!"
The scout turned around and mounted his horse, speeding away.
Everyone looked at the horizon in the distance with anticipation.
"His Highness the Ninth Prince has finally returned! This time, I must see the true face!"
"I wonder what kind of person is able to establish such merits. I'm really looking forward to it!"
"I heard that there were 3,000 Snowy Dragon Cavalry following the Ninth Prince!! I wonder how powerful he is!"
……
The crowd discussed animatedly.
All the officials were filled with anticipation.
On the dragon throne.
Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng's eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, finally showed a ripple.
Feng 'er, let me see your Snow Dragon Cavalry!
"Report! The Ninth Prince's army has arrived!"
At this moment, the scout shouted as the horse returned.
Then, everyone looked up.
On the horizon in the distance, a figure riding a fine horse slowly appeared.
He held the Heavenly Halberd in his hand, wore the Beast-Face Consecutive Armor, and wore a purple-gold helmet.
The two soaring tail feathers danced wildly in the wind.
His red battle robe fluttered.
His handsome face and starry eyes were filled with a domineering aura!
From afar, he looked like a god of war, mighty and unparalleled!
It was heartbreaking!
This person was Great Qin's Ninth Prince, Ying Feng!
Behind him were 3,000 Snow Dragon Cavalry, lined up in an orderly formation, following closely behind.
They were all riding white horses, wearing silver armor and white battle robes.
The silver spear in his hand shone with an endless cold light under the scorching sun.
Their faces were filled with the coldness of killing countless people and the pride of belonging to the world's strongest army!
"Snow Dragon Riders! It was as still as a snowy mountain, and as moving as an avalanche! It was truly a rare first-class army in the world!”
"As expected of the ninth prince of the Great Qin Dynasty. He's truly the overlord of the world and is extremely heroic!”
"The Ninth Prince's bearing is truly that of a martial immortal!”
……
Looking at the majestic army and the heroic Ninth Prince Ying Feng, everyone was filled with admiration.
Under the canopy, Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng, was expressionless.
However, his eyes were filled with surging waves!
Snow Dragon Riders!
Truly a strong army!
On the side, the Eighteenth Prince Huhai couldn't help but reveal an ugly expression.
With such an army, the Ninth Prince Ying Feng's martial arts were the best among all the princes!
The threat to him was too great!
"Ninth brother is so valiant, and the 3,000 Snowy Dragon Cavalry are top-notch soldiers! It's really a blessing for Great Qin!"
The Eldest Prince Fu Su's gentle eyes revealed admiration.
At this moment.
Ying Feng had already brought 3,000 cavalrymen and slowly arrived in front of everyone.
"Your son, Ying Feng, brings three thousand Snowy Dragon Cavalry to greet Imperial Father!”
He dismounted from his horse and stabbed his halberd into the ground as he cupped his hands in salute. His voice was like thunder, resounding through the sky.
Whoosh!
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
The three thousand Snowy Dragon Cavalry dismounted and knelt on one knee in unison.
The orderly voices drowned out the discussions of everyone present.
It caused the entire front of Xianyang City to fall into silence.
Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, slowly rose from his dragon throne.
An aura of an emperor that could suppress the world was emitted.
He raised his hands gently.
"You may rise, bestow gold, silver, and jade wine to reward the three armies.”
As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking.
One by one, servants in plain robes walked out of the city gate.
Boxes of gold, silver, fine wine, and various delicacies were brought out on trays.
Three thousand Snowy Dragon Cavalry and ten thousand black-armored Qin soldiers led by Meng Tian followed behind.
They began to enjoy the delicious food and wine.
Seeing this.
Ying Feng was about to thank them on behalf of his generals when his gaze suddenly froze!
Because above the city gate.
A purple figure appeared like a ghost.
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