The river surged, its muddy waves churning against the sky. Atop the battlements of Jiujiang City, a grand banner embroidered with the character "Yang" snapped violently in the autumn wind.
Yang Mantian stood upon the gate tower, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his gaze piercing the distance like a torch. At thirty-five, his features were as sharp and rugged as if carved by an axe. His suit of dark armor gleamed coldly in the setting sun. Behind him, Deputy General Zhao Qing lowered his voice to report the latest intelligence.
"My Lord, scouts have just returned. Ji Ai is leading a rebel force of thirty thousand toward us, and among them are many warriors from the Western Yi."
Chapter 408