The vast army of the Tenglong Guard came thundering up to Qinghua Prefecture City in a mighty tide.
Cold, grim iron armor and ice-cold spearheads filled the air with a severe, chilling might that made people shudder.
Before the army had even reached the foot of the city walls, several groups of iron-armored cavalry had already split off and begun patrolling around the entire Prefecture City.
Afterward, the army formed up beneath the walls. Countless Soldiers entered formation in perfect order, and in no more than Two Quarters of an Hour, a vast Military Formation stood before the foot of the Prefecture City.
Behind the Military Formation, many Soldiers and engineers were setting up camp. Looking down from above, the first impression it gave was order—everything appeared coordinated and orderly.
Once the Soldiers at the front had finished forming ranks, Yang Zhengshan rode to the front of the formation with two hundred men from the Elite Guard Battalion. Looking At the towering Prefecture City, he stroked his beard.
Qinghua Prefecture City was a large city. Inside the City, not only did tens of thousands of commoners live there, it also held a Prince Qing Mansion.
The Prince Qing Mansion was not merely a residence, but a princely city. Since it was a princely city, it naturally would not be small.
The walls of Qinghua Prefecture City were roughly over two zhang high, with eight city gates on four sides. Each gate had a tall gate tower atop it. By comparison, the Guard City of the Tenglong Guard seemed very small.
After a Moment, Yang Mingzhi arrived before Yang Zhengshan with over a hundred cavalry.
"How is it?" Yang Zhengshan asked.
"The city walls are intact, with no breaches. The rebel troops are guarding the tops of the walls tightly!" Yang