In the deserted Northern Hu army camp, the campfire was lit again.
In the firelight, Qin Ze's tall figure appeared, accompanied by three generals, as they entered the central command tent together.
Huo Qubing lifted the curtain and lit the candle. Qin Ze looked up and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
The golden dragon robe on the wooden frame shone brightly in the dim candlelight, exuding nobility and an air of inviolability.
"Hehe, I didn't expect him to have even made a dragon robe." Wei Qing laughed from the side.
Yue Fei's gaze, however, fell upon the geomantic map. "This is... the geomantic map of the Great Expedition? It seems Cha Yuanzhen's ambitions are quite grand..."
"In the end, it was all just a pipe dream! After today's battle, there will be no more barbarian horses on this grassland, and there will be no more hidden dangers for Beiliang! The people's suffering days are finally over!" Huo Qubing's eyes were burning with passion.
Qin Ze remained expressionless as he reached out to touch the dragon robe.
The dragon head, with its delicate and soft texture, and stitched with gold thread, seemed almost alive in the firelight—so majestic, yet with a hint of ferocity...
Seeing that Qin Ze remained silent, the three exchanged glances, and Huo Qubing leaned forward and asked, "My lord?"
Qin Ze's eyes were deep and unfathomable. He suddenly ripped the dragon robe and pulled it off the wooden frame.
He used considerable force, and the wooden frame was pulled apart and scattered on the ground.
Qin Ze stared at the dragon robe without blinking, then stepped forward and took the lit candle.
"puff."
The rising flames ignited the magnificent dragon robe, and a burnt smell immediately filled the air.
Qin Ze frowned and threw the burning dragon robe onto the scattered wood.
The dragon robe crackled and popped as it burned, and the majestic dragon head was charred black, its shape completely unrecognizable.
"I suppose Jin Fengluan's dragon robe is the same as this one," Qin Ze shook his head and sneered.
Then he said in a loud voice:
"Plant the Crimson Flame Banner on the grassland!"
Night fell, and the howling wind emitted wave after wave of mournful cries, as if weeping and lamenting.
The fire, fueled by the wind, and the wind, fueled the fire, and the bonfire burned ever brighter. The intense heat dispelled the cool night, and dappled sparks were scattered across the plain by the wind, like thousands of stars falling from the heavens.
The great banner fluttered in the wind, and the red flaming flag shone even more brightly and passionately in the firelight...
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