The soldiers surged in from all directions like a tide, forming neat and orderly ranks.
They wore heavy, sturdy armor that gleamed metallically in the sunlight, its tightly interlocking layers resembling fish scales, providing them with impenetrable protection.
Each armor plate reflected light, as if telling the story of the soldiers' bravery and fearlessness.
The sharp weapon in his hand gleamed with a chilling light, as if declaring his fearless courage and determination to the enemy.
The sharpness of that blade seemed capable of tearing apart any enemy standing in its way.
The soldiers' eyes shone with fearlessness and determination, like burning flames, fiery and resolute, reflecting their loyalty to the country and their desire for victory.
The military flags fluttered in the wind, making a "whooshing" sound, like a stirring battle song, boosting the morale of the soldiers who were about to go to war.
The patterns on the flag danced in the wind, as if they were a sacred guide leading the soldiers forward.
Just as Qin Qianluo and the others stepped out of the city gate, the army was already in full battle array, ready to go.
The scene was magnificent and exhilarating. As far as the eye could see, there were countless soldiers, standing firm like an iron wall.
Their posture was upright and their ranks were neat, as if they were an invincible force.
The warhorses neighed and pawed the ground, as if they couldn't wait to rush to the battlefield and charge into battle alongside their masters.
The riders on horseback, with their agile figures and determined eyes, held the reins, ready to set off at any moment.
The shouts of the soldiers and the clanging of weapons mingled together, creating a majestic march to war.
The sound, like a thunderclap, shook the earth and demonstrated the army's majesty and power.
From receiving the urgent letter from the border to the moment the army set out, less than a day had passed.
The supporting army then set off from the capital like a mighty torrent.
The thunderous sound of hooves and footsteps shook the heavens, and the steam-powered vehicles specially built for the army roared on, as if the entire earth was trembling.
Wherever the army passed, dust billowed, obscuring the sky and the sun. Its momentum was like an unstoppable storm, sweeping towards the border.
The army's long line snaked across the land, like a giant python forged of steel, advancing towards the enemy.
Every soldier harbored the belief of defending their country, and their eyes were filled with fighting spirit.
Su Jinyun stood quietly on the city wall, her gaze following the receding figures of the army until the long, dragon-like procession disappeared from sight.
Her eyes gradually turned cold and resolute, like stars twinkling in the cold night, radiating a cold and sharp light.
His eyes revealed anger and contempt for the enemy, but also a sense of responsibility and commitment to his country.
Her gaze seemed to pierce through mountains and valleys, revealing the flames of war on the border and the arrogance of the enemy.
"The Kingdom of Jizi is nothing but an insignificant little country, yet it dares to act so recklessly and provoke the majesty of our dynasty. This is truly outrageous and unforgivable!"
Su Jinyun pondered to herself, her anger burning like a raging fire in her heart.
Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the force.
"In this battle, we must not only defeat them decisively and rout them, but also ensure a continuous and foolproof supply of food and provisions."
This will allow our army to fight without any worries on the battlefield, completely suppressing their arrogance. We must not let them underestimate the strength of our dynasty!
Her heart was filled with unwavering faith, as if she could already see the dawn of victory.
Thinking of this, Su Jinyun turned around slightly and saw that the officials who had just had a brief moment of leisure due to the hunt were now all busy with their work again.
They looked hurried, their steps quick, their faces filled with seriousness and focus.
Some ministers, holding scrolls, were urgently discussing the allocation of grain and fodder with their subordinates.
Their brows were furrowed, and their eyes revealed worry and caution, as if they were thinking about how to ensure an adequate supply of food.
Some, with furrowed brows, were drawing battle maps and planning strategic layouts, their brushes moving rapidly across the maps as if commanding thousands of troops.
They each rushed to their posts, making final, meticulous preparations for the impending war, each understanding that they bore the fate and hope of the nation on their shoulders.
Their figures darted through the palace corridors like a swarm of busy bees, working tirelessly for the prosperity and peace of the nation.
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