The Ming Dynasty capital, Yingtian!
The massive city walls cast imposing shadows beneath the sunlight. At the gates, commoners stood in orderly lines, entering and leaving as conversations and footsteps intertwined.
Suddenly, a rapid clatter of hooves came from afar, tight and forceful in rhythm.
Clip-clop.
Clip-clop, clip-clop.
A dispatch rider holding a command flag came racing toward the capital, his body bent forward and pressed tightly against the horse's back.
His face overflowed with uncontrollable excitement and joy. Sweat ran down his cheeks, soaking the clothes across his chest.
"Victory from Liaodong!"
"A great victory!"
"A great victory in Liaodong..."
As he neared the city gates and spotted the commoners waiting outside, the dispatch rider raised his voice and shouted excitedly.
His voice was filled with exhilaration and pride, echoing through the air.
Clearly!
There was no need to conceal news of such a great victory. Proclaiming it would inspire the people.
"Did you hear that? A great victory in Liaodong!"
An elderly man widened his eyes in delight and grabbed the person beside him.
"Liaodong must have achieved a tremendous victory!"
A young man waved his arms, his face flushed red, unable to suppress his excitement.
"I suspect it is more than merely a great victory. Perhaps Liaodong has already been successfully reclaimed!"
A scholar-looking man had light gleaming in his eyes, his tone full of anticipation.
"Liaodong has been the territory of our Huaxia Han since ancient times. When the Tatars ravaged the Central Plains, our Han Central Plains fell. After His Majesty founded the Ming Dynasty, he drove the Tatars away and unified the Central Plains. Now Liaodong has also been recovered. His Majesty truly is the Son of Heaven's mandate, a Heaven-ordained emperor, the emperor who has restored our Huaxia Han." An elder in