She never expected Yuwen Qing to actually rush to the frontline, which was quite a surprise to her.
She thought he would hide in his tent and never show his face.
Following Yuwen Qing, a small column of cavalrymen came next, and then a man wearing majestic armor and an iron helmet with red plumes. He rode a tall horse, his features handsome and his eyes bright, exuding the aura of a military commander.
Behind the Great General still was a vast sweep of cavalry galloping past, followed by tens of thousands of infantrymen trotting forward, each running faster than someone with feathered legs.
These men, compared to the quartermaster troops behind the supply wagons, had much better vitality and spirit; it seemed they had indeed replenished their nutrition well during their half-year of rest.
Of course, the passing of these men also kicked up clouds of dust, plastering the kneeling crowd with dirt on their faces.
