She would sometimes frown in deep thought, and sometimes write furiously, not letting go of any detail, repeatedly considering every arrangement, striving to ensure that nothing went wrong.
On this day, the sun shone exceptionally brightly, and the clear blue sky was cloudless. The sunlight poured down without reservation, draping the earth in a layer of dazzling golden gauze.
Qin Qianluo was clad in black armor made of black iron, the intricately carved cloud and thunder patterns on the armor gleaming in the sunlight.
Each line carries the glory and heritage of Tianxuan, telling the story of the glorious history of our ancestors' battles.
The long sword she wore at her waist had a hilt inlaid with a dazzling ruby, which resembled a drop of congealed blood, radiating a cold and majestic light.
Under her leadership, a large group of Tianxuan soldiers marched towards the foot of the snow mountain.
The group traveled along the winding and rugged mountain road. The snow slopes on both sides of the road reflected the sunlight so brightly that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.
Qin Qianluo held a beautiful sandalwood box in both hands. The box was carved with intricate dragon patterns, and the dragon's body was lifelike.
The scales shimmered with a metallic sheen under the snow's light, as if they were about to take flight at any moment.
These patterns, created using ancient techniques, embody the hard work of the artisans and add a touch of solemnity.
With each step, she walked steadily and powerfully, while the soldiers behind her marched in unison, their heavy footsteps echoing through the valley and startling a few eagles perched on the snowy cliffs.
The eagle spread its huge wings, soaring across the azure sky and letting out a loud cry.
The moment I reached the summit of the snow-capped mountain, a fierce wind carrying snowflakes rushed towards me, like sharp blades scraping my cheeks.
The snow on the ground was swirled up, forming white vortexes that seemed to devour everything.
Amidst the howling wind, the distant roar of avalanches could be heard, adding a touch of desolation to this icy plain.
Yao Guang handed a long pole coated with tung oil to Qin Qianluo. The pole had a smooth surface, a faint luster, and emitted the unique fragrance of tung oil.
The aroma grew stronger in the cold air, giving people a sense of peace.
Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Qin Qianluo's expression turned solemn. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the sandalwood box with both hands.
Inside the box, a bright red flag was folded neatly, the red silk dazzling in the sunlight, like a burning flame.
It also seemed as if it were dyed with the blood of countless ancestors, with golden silk threads embroidered along the edges of the flag, shimmering in the sunlight like the glow of the sunset.
Qin Qianluo carefully took out the flag and fixed it to the long pole.
Yao Guang wrapped her long arms around Qin Qianluo's waist, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and used the undulations of the snow slope to fly like an eagle towards the highest point in the center of the mountain.
During the flight, snowflakes swirled in their faces, but Qin Qianluo kept her eyes fixed on the target, her gaze firm and intense.
Upon reaching the designated location, Qin Qianlu shouted loudly, her arm muscles tensed, veins bulging, and the long pole, carrying a sharp momentum, was firmly driven into the mountain rock.
Yao Guang then channeled her profound inner strength, striking out with both palms. The powerful airflow impacted the long pole, causing it to penetrate even deeper into the rocks, splashing up some stone chips.
At this moment, a gentle breeze blew by, and the once quiet flag slowly unfurled, making a loud thud.
Against the backdrop of snow-capped peaks, this vibrant red stands out strikingly, like the beating heart of this icy world, infusing this desolate mountain with life and vitality.
After the ceremony, Yao Guang flew back to the crowd with Qin Qianluo.
Qin Qianluo landed on her feet, looked up at the fluttering red flag, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
These tears contain remembrance of our predecessors, a sense of responsibility for our mission, and even more so, hopes for the future of Tianxuan.
She raised her hand and gently straightened her slightly disheveled armor, her gaze becoming increasingly resolute, and gave a standard military salute to the red flag.
With the right hand in a palm position, the right upper arm slightly horizontal, level with both shoulders, and the palm placed above the temple, the posture is upright like a pine tree.
Her black armor gleamed in the sunlight, reflecting her resolute gaze.
Seeing this, the other soldiers seemed to be moved and began to straighten their clothes.
Ning Yu, Mu Yunxi, and many soldiers clasped their hands together, bowed slightly, and placed their hands in front of their chests, performing the Tianxuan military salute.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still, with only the sound of flags waving in the wind.
The figures of the crowd blended into the surrounding white snow, creating a solemn and majestic scene.
The red flag fluttered in the wind, as if responding to the soldiers' respect, or as if cheering for Tianxuan's future.
This foreshadows that Tianxuan will create a glorious new chapter on this land and forge ahead towards a prosperous and thriving tomorrow.
After the ceremony, a biting wind, carrying snowflakes like sharp ice blades, howled and raged across the snow-capped mountaintop, attempting to engulf everything in its icy embrace.
Qin Qianluo stood in the wind, her hair and cloak flying wildly in the gale.
She slowly turned around, facing the neatly lined-up crowd behind her, her gaze sweeping over each resolute face.
Immediately afterwards, she stood tall and straight like a pine tree, offering a standard Tianxuan military salute to express her sincere gratitude to everyone.
The black armor gleamed with a cold luster under the sunlight, reflecting a resolute light.
Her eyes reflected both a sense of nostalgia for the past struggles and a hope for the future of her soldiers.
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