Just looking at Luoyang's city wall told me plenty. It wasn't even built entirely of metal. Most of it was wood mixed
with concrete.
Compared with this level of defense, Chang'an was in a league of its own. Back then, I had racked my brains
to build a reinforced-concrete wall dozens
of meters high.
As the convoy slowly approached, the wild wolf asked from beside me,
"What do we do when they get here?"
"We'll see..."
What do we do? How was I supposed to know?
I could only take things one step at a time.
As we spoke, the convoy drew close. No one was watching the massive column of tanks. Every gaze was
fixed on the Rolls-Royce.
Without a doubt, the fake me was inside.
While everyone stared, the convoy came within a few dozen meters. The road here had already been cleared,
and the two bulldozers leading the way slowly pulled off
to either side. At the same time, the off-road vehicles spread out. Finally, the tanks advanced straight
to the city gate and cleared a path down the middle.
The Rolls-Royce slowly drove toward us under everyone's gaze.
Every eye was on that car.
I couldn't help wondering how everyone would react if the fake me was exposed on the spot.
But curiosity aside, the car had arrived and come to a stop. A door opened, and someone got out,
hurried around to the rear door,
and slowly opened it.
At that moment, everyone held their breath. I found myself holding mine too, watching as a pair
of long legs slowly emerged
from the car.
Hmm... Black heels, pale blue jeans, a white padded coat. Long hair swung out and slowly settled
into place.
Our eyes met for an instant. But she didn't linger on me.