The Great Wall, stretching for thousands of miles!
The legions of the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court and the armies of the three major powers faced each other across a hundred miles of yellow sand. A frigid wind swept through the air, thick with palpable killing intent. All essential passages were garrisoned by troops, preventing any movement.
I wonder how the citizens of the Qin Dynasty stranded abroad are faring now!
Clad in azure armor, Guan Yu patrolled the city wall with his trusted aides, gazing out over the distant territories. A hint of worry touched his crimson face.
Twenty long days had passed, and the three major powers still hadn't released the Qin Dynasty merchants.
"General, don't worry too much," the Deputy General following behind him said coldly, his voice tinged with faint killing intent. "The imperial court has sent word that they are preparing for final negotiations. If unsuccessful, they will resort to force!"
