Great Xia was engulfed in flames of war, its cities linked by beacon fires as the allied armies of the seven surrounding nations closed in. The northern iron cavalry, in particular, was the most ferocious.
Within Great Xia Imperial City, the last Martial Marquis stood fast, his battle robes soaked through with blood.
Inside the imperial city, the common people had fallen into despair as well. The once-glorious dynasty had collapsed overnight, with no chance of ever turning the tide again.
When Marquis Kaixuan could no longer return in triumph, even the immortal dynasty had reached the moment of its final curtain.
Atop the city walls, the current Marquis Kaixuan gazed in the direction of Ten-Mile Maple Forest, remaining silent for a long time.
In the end, he still did not make a move.
At Ten-Mile Maple Forest, Guigui, who had just finished sweeping Changsun's grave, looked up at his father and said, "Daddy, I want to eat Tanghulu."
Hearing this, Ning Chen nodded gently. "All right. Daddy will take you to buy some."
The two set off together toward the imperial city.
At Great Xia Imperial City, the gates were shut tight. The armies of the seven nations surrounded the city, and before the northern gate alone stood fifty thousand iron cavalrymen from the northern nomadic tribes.
At that moment, a large and a small figure approached from outside the northern gate. Their unhurried steps seemed utterly out of place amid this war of life and death.
Before the fifty thousand iron cavalrymen, a general clad in azure armor frowned when he saw them.
"Bring me a bow."
The azure-armored general spoke coldly.
"Yes!"
A soldier presented a heavy bow and brought over a quiver.
The azure-armored general drew the bow to its full stretch, and the arrow tore