Flags fluttered in the wind and war drums beat. Nian Yihe sat on a specially-made carriage and stood in the middle of an Army of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. He felt like an Emperor commanding his Army.
Nian Yijiu sat calmly on his chair, but their hearts weren't as calm as his face. He liked this feeling. He was fascinated by the feeling of being an Emperor. He could decide the life and death of countless people with a single word. He was obsessed with this feeling.
However, Nian Yijiu was also very clear that all his power was given to him by others. If he did not do a good job and caused those people to be dissatisfied, he would lose everything he had now. Therefore, Nian Yijiu cherished this opportunity very much. He hoped that he could sit in this position and command these people in battle forever.
