"Monsters? Skeletons?" General Meng Tian echoed, his voice tinged with incredulity.
His mind swirled with a maelstrom of questions, each one more perplexing than the last.
The chilling revelation offered by Yi Junjie challenged the boundaries of logic and reason
threatening to upend Meng Tian's understanding of the world.
Yi Junjie, perceiving the general's disbelief, reiterated his ominous report with unwavering conviction.
"General Meng, the enemy we face consists of the reanimated remains of fallen warriors, their lifeless forms propelled by some unholy force."
" Armed with swords and shields crafted from their very bones, they pose a threat unlike any other we have encountered."
Meng Tian, a general veteran of countless battles, found himself grappling with the unsettling nature of this revelation.
His experiences on the blood-soaked fields of war had exposed him to death in all its grim facets, yet never had he encountered a scenario where the deceased rose to fight again.
Doubt and suspicion gnawed at his thoughts as he questioned the motives behind such an outlandish claim.
The lingering memory of the mysterious, ethereal lights that had bathed the mountains in an otherworldly glow mere days ago added further fuel to the general's inner turmoil.
He, like his soldiers and the civilian populace, had been awestruck by the phenomenon, with whispers of celestial intervention and the descent of immortals echoing throughout the encampment.
Perhaps, Meng Tian mused, this unsettling development was yet another manifestation of the divine, a harbinger of events that defied mortal comprehension.
As the weight of Yi Junjie's words bore down upon him, Meng Tian found himself ensnared in a web of doubt and uncertainty.
The world as he knew it was crumbling, giving way to a landscape plagued by the restless dead and the specter of an unimaginable enemy.
Yet, even as he struggled to reconcile these bizarre occurrences with his own understanding of reality, the general knew that he could not falter.
The fate of the empire rested on his shoulders, and he would not succumb to fear in the face of this uncanny threat.
Girding himself with a resolve born of years on the battlefield, Meng Tian set aside his misgivings and prepared to confront the abominable legions that threatened the sanctity of the Great Wall.
Though he could not fully comprehend the nature of his foe, he would meet them head-on, his indomitable spirit and unwavering loyalty to the Qin Empire serving as his greatest weapons in the coming conflict.
"I would not dare deceive you, General!" Yi Junjie exclaimed, his voice unwavering, as he addressed the revered commander.
"Whether these claims are true or not, I urge you to await the report from General Ti. "
" His forces are en route to reinforce Captain Dong Xiang's position as we speak, and the truth will soon be laid bare before us."
Just as Yi Junjie's impassioned words filled the tent, a soldier burst in, bearing a message from General Meng Ti.
"General," a soldier announced from outside
"Another messenger come. He insists on delivering his report to you in person."
"Allow him entry," General Meng Tian
commanded, his tone heavy with anticipation.
As the messenger entered, an eerie silence settled upon the assembly, the air thick with foreboding.
"General," the messenger began, his voice trembling, "a spectral force of the skeleton monsters amasses beyond the Great Wall, their ranks filled with walking, holding bones weapons skeletons. General Meng Ti, uncertain of how to proceed, beseeches your guidance."
General Meng Tian's brow furrowed, his eyes searching the messenger's face for any hint of deception.
"Have you witness with your eyes to these skeleton monsters with your own eyes?" he inquired, his voice resonant and deep.
Without a moment's hesitation, the messenger responded, his conviction palpable.
"I have, General. If I speak falsely, I shall take my own life before you as testament to my deceit."
The weight of the messenger's words hung heavy in the air, with the assembled officers exchanging wary glances.
Tension, fraught with uncertainty, pervaded the atmosphere within the tent.
As the messenger's revelation settled upon the gathered company, another urgent report reached their ears.
"General," the soldier relayed,
" i saw this skeletons fiends holds the banners of our own Qin forces."
The implication of the soldier's words sent a chill down the spines of all present, a sense of unease rippling through the ranks.
It was then that General Meng Tian, his countenance set in stone, issued a decisive order.
"Someone come!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the silent tent.
"What is your command, General?" Asolder came in with a swift response.
"Gather the army," General Meng Tian decreed, his tone brooking no argument. "We move at once to reinforce General Meng Ti's position."
"Yes, General!"
As the order was received and the officers hastened to carry out their duties, a disquieting fact lingered in the minds of all present.
The mysterious undead force gathering beyond the Great Wall was not a foreign threat, but one bearing the insignia of their own beloved Qin Empire.
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At the vanguard of the Qin forces, General Meng Ti arrived with a formidable cavalry of 5,000 riders.
The remaining army, hindered by the scarcity of mounts within their ranks, would join the fray in due time, their advance hampered by the plodding pace of footsoldiers.
General Ti's heart raced as he crested the rise.
The sight of Dong Xiang's lone figure perched atop the Great Wall was a beacon of relief amidst the chaos.
Casting his gaze toward the enemy lines, he braced himself for the familiar sight of mounted Han warriors, poised to assail the ancient barrier as they had so often done in the past.
What he beheld, however, was a vision plucked from the darkest of nightmares.
A legion of skeletal abominations, their bony forms outfitted with crude weaponry crafted from the very remains of their fallen adversaries, stretched as far as the eye could see.
Their malevolent presence exuded an aura of impending doom, an unrelenting force that seemed to herald the end of all things.
General Meng Ti and his 5,000 cavalrymen, their steeds' hooves rooted to the earth in shock, could do little more than stare
their minds struggling to comprehend the grotesque tableau that lay before them.
Even the most hardened warriors, accustomed to the horrors of war
were rendered mute by the inconceivable scene, their brains faltering in the face of such incomprehensible evil.
Captain Dong Xiang, his face tinged with relief at the arrival of reinforcements,
hailed General Meng Ti, eager to share the harrowing tale of their discovery.
"General Meng Ti, you've arrived at last," he exclaimed, the strain of the past hours evident in his voice.
General Meng Ti, shaking himself from his stupor, addressed Dong Xiang with urgency, his voice resonating across the battlement.
"Captain Dong, relay to me the events that have transpired since you first laid eyes upon these hellish creatures."
As Dong Xiang began to recount the chilling details of their encounter with the skeletal horde, General Meng Ti's mind raced
desperately searching for a strategy that would see them through this unprecedented crisis.
The fate of their empire hung in the balance, and the battle that loomed would be unlike any they had ever faced.