The air was thick with tension as the skeletal army and the defenders of the Great Wall stood their ground, neither side daring to make the first move.
The eerie silence of the battlefield seemed to stretch on endlessly, a tense calm before the inevitable storm.
Just as the silence became almost unbearable, the thundering of hooves and the march of boots signaled the arrival of a massive force.
A sea of soldiers, nearly 100,000 strong soldiers, approached from behind the Qin encampment
their banners snapping in the wind like the wings of a great bird of prey.
At the head of this formidable army rode the Tiger of Qin himself, General Meng Tian, the supreme commander of the Great Wall's defenders.
General Meng Tian's steely gaze swept across the scene, taking in the sight of the skeletal army with a calculated intensity.
Dismounting with the fluid grace of a predator, he strode forward, his presence commanding the attention of all those present.
"General Meng Tian," both General Meng Ti and Captain Dong Xiang exclaimed in unison, their voices tinged with relief and reverence as they saluted their superior.
"Report everything that has transpired from the moment these monstrous beings appeared until my arrival," General Meng Tian ordered
his deep voice resonating across the battlefield. His piercing eyes settled on Dong Xiang, granting him unspoken permission to speak.
As Captain Dong Xiang prepared to deliver his account of the harrowing events,
Meanwhile, Zhang Han, standing among the ranks of the skeletal army beside Long Su, felt a surge of elation.
"Your Highness, it is the Meng army!" Zhang Han exclaimed, his ghostly eyes alight with joy despite the ethereal form he now inhabits. "We have returned before the fall of Qin!"
His words echoed with an otherworldly quality, reflecting the unimaginable transformation he and his fellow soldiers had undergone.
'Since the Meng family is still alive then the Qin Empire is alive '
Happiness to see The presence of the esteemed Meng army is a light of hope.
A glimmer of hope pierced through the veil of despair that had engulfed Zhang Han's heart.
The presence of the formidable Meng army signified that the nightmarish vision of the great Qin Empire's demise had not yet come to pass.
In this bleak and harrowing landscape, the arrival of these revered warriors served as a beacon, a flicker of light in the ever-encroaching darkness.
Their only recourse had been to wait, silently observing the forces that guarded the Great Wall, uncertain of their allegiance.
As the commanders of this army had yet to reveal themselves, Zhang Han and Long Su could not risk jeopardizing their position or the safety of their skeletal brethren.
They bided their time, watching and waiting for a sign that would illuminate their path forward.
When Long Su recognized the banners of the Meng army, he felt a surge of relief wash over him.
He had begun to fear that the land before him was not the great Qin he had known but a twisted reflection of a world in which the empire had fallen.
With the arrival of these familiar warriors, however, he found solace in the knowledge that there was still hope for his beloved homeland.
Steeling himself, Long Su turned to Zhang Han, his voice ringing with authority.
"Zhang Han, heed my orders. Raise our banners high and ensure that the royal flag stands proud above all others. "
"Then, go personally inside the great wall and parlay with the defenders of the Great Wall, and demand an audience with General Meng Tian."
"As you command, Your Highness," Zhang Han replied, his spectral form moving with purpose as he set about carrying out Long Su's orders.
The skeletal army, once a grotesque testament to the horrors they had endured, now stood as a symbol of resilience
their banners rising high into the air as they prepared to make their presence known to the world of the living once more.
"General!" The urgent call of a soldier rang through the air, interrupting the hushed conversation within the archers' tower. "The skeletal army... they're on the move!"
With a calm authority that belied the surreal circumstances, Meng Tian issued his order: "Pass the command; no soldier shall make a move or attack without my explicit permission."
" promise "
The soldier move to pass the general order through the army
The group of generals, led by Meng Tian, made their way to the wall, their eyes fixed on the field beyond.
What they saw was a vision that defied all logic, one that shook them to their very core.
Black banners bearing the insignia of Qin fluttered amongst the ranks of the skeletal horde
while one in particular caught their attention: a banner of black and gold with the word win, a royal banner of the Ying family.
A shudder rippled through the Qin forces as they struggled to comprehend the implications of such a sight.
From the mass of skeletal warriors, a lone figure emerged, his armor gleaming obsidian amidst the sea of bleached bones.
Zhang Han, the spectral emissary, strode forth with purpose, his ghostly eyes locked on the commanders atop the Great Wall.
"Who is the commander of this army?" Zhang Han's voice boomed across the battlefield, carrying with it an unearthly resonance.
"My master demands an audience with you!"
Meng Tian, his stature as imposing as his reputation, stepped forward to address the skeletal envoy.
"I am Meng Tian, the Tiger General of the Qin Dynasty, supreme commander of the great wall army. I ask you, Who are you, and from whence do you hail?"
As the name 'Meng Tian' reverberated through the air, Zhang Han's ghostly eyes flickered, betraying a momentary shock.
With a sudden swiftness that defied the eye, he vanished from his position below the wall, only to materialize before Meng Tian in the blink of an eye.
Gasps of alarm filled the air as the assembled soldiers reacted to Zhang Han's sudden appearance, their weapons drawn and ready to defend their commander.
"Protect the General!" they cried, their training and discipline overcoming the terror that gripped them.
Meng Tian and Zhang Han stood face-to-face, neither yielding ground. A tense silence hung between them, broken only by the whisper of the wind.
Meng Tian, unflinching in the face of this spectral confrontation, held Zhang Han's otherworldly gaze.
' If this creature intended harm or kill me, he reasoned, it would have struck the moment it materialized.'
After what felt like an eternity, Zhang Han spoke, his voice low and intent. "Await my master's orders," he declared, before vanishing once more into thin air, leaving only a disquieting stillness in his wake.
Zhang Han's ghostly form materialized before Long Su, his spectral eyes alight with urgency. "Your Highness," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with the weight of his revelation.
"It is Meng Tian—the Tiger General himself! I have seen him with my own eyes. This means that His Majesty, the Emperor, still lives, and the great empire of Daqin endures! There is still hope!"
Long Su, his features etched with a mix of relief and steely determination, nodded solemnly.
"Zhang Han, heed my command," he intoned, his voice resonating with authority.
"Move the skeletal soldiers and let us proceed to the Great Wall. I must speak with General Meng Tian in person."
"As you command, Your Highness," Zhang Han replied, his spectral form fading from view as he set about carrying out Long Su's orders.
The eerie quiet of the battlefield was broken by the shuffling march of the skeletal army, their bony forms moving with uncanny coordination.
As they drew nearer to the Great Wall, the tension amongst the defenders mounted, their eyes fixed on the ghastly procession below.
Long Su, his regal bearing evident even amidst the horror of his new existence, stood at the head of his skeletal forces, his gaze locked on the imposing figure of Meng Tian atop the wall.
As the spectral host came to a halt, an uneasy silence settled over the scene, punctuated only by the creak of bones and the soft fluttering of banners in the wind.
"General Meng Tian!" Zhang Han's voice boomed across the battlefield, echoing off the ancient stone of the Great Wall. "My master seeks an audience with you."