Jiaxie Street Bustles with Joyful Feasts, Supply Carts Jam the Alleys, Kicking Up Dust and Fragrance

The Qin Army officers and soldiers were brimming with morale as they marched out through the city gates in grand procession to welcome the victorious force.

As the two columns gradually drew closer, Meng Wu clearly saw Zhao Cheng reining in his horse before the Blood-Clad Army's formation, standing tall and straight like a jade pillar holding up the heavens.

Compared to before, his slightly more mature features made him look even more valiant and handsome. As he sat astride his horse with brows raised, an air of heroic ambition to sweep across the realm arose naturally around him.

Zhao Cheng soon spotted Meng Wu as well. A hearty smile immediately appeared on his face. He sharply squeezed his horse's flanks and rode forward to meet him, speaking with familiar ease:

"Uncle Meng, you're a bit late. I've already made a round trip through the heart of Donghu, yet your cleanup force has only just reached Pinggang City."

Meng Wu looked at the mountain-like piles of spoils behind him, the captive prisoners in endless groups, and the countless warhorses, cattle, and sheep, then gave a helpless wry smile.

He pointed at the carts and livestock, his tone full of emotion. "It's not that I came too slowly—it's that you brat fought too quickly!

"I brought fifty thousand troops behind you to clean up the mess, yet you nearly left us so far behind that we couldn't even see your shadow.

"These... are all the spoils from your expedition beyond the frontier?

"Did you empty out Donghu's entire nest?"

Zhao Cheng waved a hand, speaking as casually as though he had merely done something trivial. "More or less. I brought back all the gold, silver, jewels, grain, and supplies from the Donghu Royal Court.

"But it wasn't just Donghu. The Xiongnu's