It was a face both stern and gentle. The emotions in those eyes were intense and sincere, like the sun spreading its light and blessing all living things.
"Study hard. New Dongxia needs young people like you."
A broad palm rested on his shoulder, and only then did Qin Shi come back to himself.
He was just about to say something when the scene dissolved like mist.
In the blink of an eye, he was on a battlefield, one of the soldiers on a forced march. The long column headed silently toward its destination.
Snow and wind roared furiously, making every step difficult.
As he trudged through the snow, Qin Shi quietly watched the youthful faces around him. They seemed quite young.
Whenever they spoke of New Dongxia, they were filled with pride and confidence, certain that it would reclaim its former glory and stand tall among the races of the great universe.
"The Great Expedition?"
Qin Shi had never imagined that one day he would be able to "witness" the Great Expedition launched by New Dongxia.
He had only ever read about it in textbooks.
"We must embrace civilization."
Inside a tent, Marshal Qin sat wrapped in a military overcoat.
The leader of New Dongxia sat in a circle with several other supreme founders, a kettle of boiling water between them.
"Individual humans are far weaker than those of the other great races, yet Eastern Xia endured for nine hundred millennia.
What is the fundamental difference between us and those great races?"
Marshal Qin lowered his head, as if deep in thought.
"When the Empire grew old and corrupt, some people advocated learning from the Sacred Blood Race or the Dragonborn and making changes.
But the facts proved that those paths led nowhere. They left nothing but chaos.
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