Great Yan Empire, Thistle Capital.

The cold chill that came from the south of the northern border mixed together with the rich humidity blowing in from the sea to form thick layers of clouds above the ancient capital city.

Light drops of rain pierced through the layers of clouds and fell down. They brought together with them a piercing cold that caused the dim rainy days to feel a little more constrained.

The nine city gates had been opened up wide. Contingents of cavalry and soldiers stood outside the towering walls of the capital city, each one standing as still as a stone statue in the cold rain. No matter how their iron armor was soaked, none of them moved in the least.

The war riders sat atop vigorous black leopards. Their green and shining eyes were dim and quiet. Looking from afar, these troops formed a dense wave that had no end in sight.

The Yan Empire’s Far East Cavalry was only inferior to the Qin Empire’s Tomb Armor Cavalry and the Chu Empire’s Deer Driving Cavalry. They were said to be amongst the world’s strongest killing forces....