When Fang Zheng arrived at the Royal Palace of Rohan, the place had already been fully mobilized. The soldiers were armed and ready, while everyone else busied themselves with their own tasks.
"Ah, sir."
Seeing Fang Zheng arrive, the old King, clad in armor and holding his helmet, hurried out and nodded to him.
"As you can see, the beacons of Minas Tirith have been lit. Gondor is calling for aid."
"I saw them, Your Majesty."
Hearing the old King's words, Fang Zheng nodded, then glanced over the bustling crowd around him.
"It seems you've made your decision?"
"Yes. We will have two days to gather the soldiers. Send word for everyone to assemble at Dunharrow. In three days, we will depart for Gondor."
Faced with the old King's answer, Fang Zheng chuckled.
"Then you don't mind if I join you?"
"You?"
The old King froze for a moment, looking troubled.
"This... speed is of the essence, but sir, that of yours..."
He had seen just how slow Fang Zheng's Metal War Chariot was. If they were simply heading into battle, the old King would not have minded, and might even have welcomed it. But Gondor was calling for aid now. By the time Fang Zheng's Metal War Chariot got there, Minas Tirith would probably be nothing but broken bricks and rubble.
"Hehe, don't worry. This time, I'll be going alone."
"That's wonderful... I'll have a horse prepared for you immediately. We Rohan have no shortage of fine horses..."
"Oh, that won't be necessary."
Fang Zheng waved a hand, interrupting the old King.
"As for transportation, I brought my own. There's no need to trouble Your Majesty."
"Very well."
The old King nodded, then extended his hand to Fang Zheng.
"Then welcome aboard, Mr. Fang Zheng."
"You're too kind."
Smiling,