After the hiss of blades tearing through the air came the flash of gleaming swords.
For ten li, the long street was suddenly awash in golden scarves. They charged and fought in the spring breeze. Apart from the great general and Wang Xian, almost every soldier was charging into battle.
Only now did Qin Wentian come to his senses.
So when two armies wore identical clothes and armor, and carried identical swords, how could anyone tell them apart once the fighting began?
As expected, this golden tide in the wind was the brightest color of all.
But Wang Xian showed no trace of pride. Compared to the battle before the imperial palace, this fight on the ten-li-long street was hardly worth mentioning.
Since they had decided to launch a surprise attack, they would give the enemy no chance to resist.
When they attacked the city, he had already given all the defenders a chance to retreat.
In his view, as long as they did not put up a direct fight, he would not have the great general settle accounts afterward over who was right and who was wrong.
After all, these soldiers had no choice in the matter. He had not expected that even after the battle at the city gate, there would still be such stubborn fools.
It was still half an hour before the hour of Chen, and most people in the imperial city had not yet left their homes.
Even the occasional passing merchant had taken refuge far away, staring in stunned disbelief at the terrifying scene before him.
Hadn't they said the barbarian army was coming?
Why were the armies inside the imperial city fighting each other instead?
Amid the screams, a rumbling thunder rolled through the morning breeze.
All the cavalry, except for the forces