Time: Three hundred and seventy years of the Han Dynasty

Location: Northwest border of the Han Dynasty, Shenwei Army Forefront Battalion

It was the cold winter month, and the wind at the gate of the military camp roared like a dragon, venting its crazy power to everything it could reach. The wind blew from the black rain clouds at the end of the desert, rolling up rolling dust. While the sand filled the sky, it brought rain and dampness to this serious and quiet military camp like a statue.

Several tall larch trees outside the camp swayed their blurry branches shrillly, making rustling sounds, as if they were timidly telling their misfortune under the tyranny of wind and sand.

Even in the harsh environment where the trees were scattering, there were still several big men standing outside the military camp.

First, the man was covered in red copper armor, a thick face, slightly dark skin, and a beard on his firm square chin was as erect as a javelin, making him look even more tough. At this moment, his thick eyebrows, half-covered by the steel helmet, frowned, and stomped his feet from time to time, constantly looking up, his tiger eyes were full of anxiety.

"Ta--" There was a faint sound of horse hooves coming from afar. First, two or three sparse sounds came into my ears, and then became more and more dense and bigger. I saw the endless desert in front of me suddenly rising and storming in the sky. In the afterglow of the evening, the sand and dust were like a tangible demon god, waving its hideous minions and pounced towards the prey.

Hundreds of riders could be seen in the smoke, and swords, spears, swords and halberds were still flashing with cold light. In the crowd, a big flag could be seen vaguely. The big word "Li" on the flag had been blown by the wind and sand, but there was still a sharp momentum in the strokes.

"The Grand Marshal is back!" The man wearing red copper armor squinted his eyes and immediately pulled the reins tied to the tree branch behind him without looking back, and flew onto his war horse.

"Neal—" The war horse neighed, and stepped away the horse's hooves and ran forward.

Both sides were horses one in a thousand. The distance between them was short hundreds of meters and was instantly closer. When the distance was about fifty meters, the man suddenly turned over, jumped off the horse, knelt on one knee, and shouted: "Congratulations to the general for his victory!"

"Congratulations to the generals for his victory--" Then the five and six knights who followed him turned over and dismounted and shouted loudly.

"Wow—" Hundreds of riders stood up with a pure white war horse. The middle-aged man in golden armor laughed and jumped off the horse's back. He stood there with a long halberd in one hand. Although he looked a little thin, he was as steady and upright as a big tree with a deep root. A few wrinkles on his face covered in dust seemed to be cut out by a sabre.

When he pulled up his horse, hundreds of knights behind him all stepped on their horses at the same time. Hundreds of horsemen stood up, which was spectacular. Yes, who in the world could compete with the Iron Cavalry of the Divine Power that galloped thousands of miles across the dynasty's borders?

The middle-aged man stepped forward and helped the big man up in red bronze armor, and smiled boldly: "Get up quickly in An Yong!"

An Yong, a tough man, was pulled by the middle-aged man, and a look of nervousness appeared on his rough face. He quickly stood up and laughed foolishly.

"Boom--" Suddenly, lightning flashed through the dark clouds in the sky, and the sky and earth reflected by lightning suddenly lit up, and then a dull thunder sounded like a roar of drums coming from ancient times.

An Yong was helped by the commander himself just now and was secretly intoxicated. At this moment, listening to the thunder, he was a clever one. He immediately remembered a big event and said panickedly: "Master, please report to me!"

"What's the matter?" The middle-aged man lowered his head and tidied up the wind and sand on his armor, and asked casually.

"Master, yes, it's madam, madam..." An Yong's old face turned red. He was not good at speaking at this moment and was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"What's wrong with madam?" the middle-aged man shook his body and asked loudly in a hurry.

"Madam...she..." An Yong, the reckless man in the army, saw that the general was obviously anxious, and he became wise in a hurry. He quickly stood at attention, stood straight with his legs, and replied loudly in the form of shouting military horns: "Congratulations to the general, today, Kyoto used the formation to send news, General, you will add another son..."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned. His tense body immediately relaxed. Then he glanced at An Yong helplessly, raised his hand and thrust on An Yong's buttocks, frowned and said, "Why don't you say it earlier!"

"General, Madam asked you to give me a name..." An Yong was scolded and immediately stopped and whispered.

The middle-aged man smiled and raised his head to the sky and shouted: "Old Master Qingyu, everyone says that you are well-educated in ancient and modern times. I, Li Tong, rarely meet you today. My son's name-"

"Boom--" Thunder sounded, lightning struck by, and with the lightning, an old man in the sky robe stepped on a flying sword and stood in the air. A gold medal with faint light on his waist was written with the words Qin Daojian.

This Qin Daojian is an institution that manages Taoist practitioners in the Han Dynasty today. It has great power. Even Li Tong, who is a second-rank general of the army, treats him well.

"The general is too good. This son was born when the general returned from great victory. Now my Han Dynasty dominated the world with force. This time, it is easy to pacify the country of great food!" Speaking of this, the old Taoist brushed his gray beard and smiled: "Yi is consistent with heaven and earth, so he can make the way of heaven and earth. He took the single name with the word Yi to promote my great Han's great prestige! General, what do you think?" The old Taoist stroked his gray beard and smiled.
Chapter completed!