Yang Guang's Death (Part One)

When Yuwen Huaji led the Sui army against the temples, Shen Fei had watched from the sidelines the entire time. On one hand, he had been there to keep Yuwen Huaji in check and make him follow his plan. On the other, he had wanted to observe how this world's armies fought martial arts experts.

The result disappointed Shen Fei somewhat. Yuwen Huaji was leading Yang Guang's Imperial Guards, yet their equipment could not compare to the Qin Army's in the Qin era. They did not even measure up to the Dragon-Tiger Cavalry; even some regional forces, such as the Pingyang Heavy Armor Soldiers, surpassed them.

Of course, considering the differences between the two worlds, measuring the Sui Dynasty's armaments against those of Great Qin was asking too much. This world revered Confucianism alone and cast aside the Hundred Schools. Without those astonishing mechanisms, military development naturally lagged far behind. Not to mention that Great Qin was now close to developing even such black technology as the Hundred-Battle Ballista.

"Next, I'll let you see a new kind of warfare. If we still can't defeat the Turks, then we'll truly be a joke." Thinking of mechanical troops one day facing the Turkic cavalry that struck terror into everyone's hearts, Shen Fei suddenly smiled.

"Your methods truly earn Wan Wan's heartfelt admiration, Childe." As she spoke, Wan Wan walked barefoot to Shen Fei's side. Looking at the scene in the plaza ahead, her expression was filled with emotion.

The demonic sects and the righteous path led by Cihang Monastery had fought for centuries, with the demonic side repeatedly at a disadvantage. Yet in the blink of an eye, this former great enemy had fallen from its altar. Even members of the demonic sects found it dreamlike.

"This is only the beginning."

Cihang