The Southern Gate then slowly opened. The Qin Harvesters went into a formation horizontally, facing the opponent army.
The Qin Soldiers also went out on their formations. Thousands upon thousands of banners flew outside the City. Dagger-axes danced as the marching soldiers held their weapons.
The Third Emperor Matthias, donned in his golden armor, signalled fifteen men to follow him with Cane, and galloped towards the center of the Silturk Grasslands.
Seeing what Matthias is doing, the commander of the enemy lines, an old man with a muscular body and long white beard snorted. He was wearing shiny bronze armor with an insignia of a bear face at the front.
One of the men behind him urged his horse to move forward as he went close to the commander. "Emperor Guan, I think the leader of the enemy wants to talk."
"At least he recognizes his weakness." Emperor Guan snickered coldly.
