The distant sound of singing drifted over, a stirring war anthem.
"With ten thousand hearts as one, even Mount Tai can be shaken! With loyalty and righteousness alone, our spirit pierces the heavens. Our commander loves us like kin, better than any father or mother... Kill every last invader, and seek a title of nobility!"
Dust kicked up by marching boots, and piercing through the cacophony was an unyielding spirit. At the head of the formation, Prince Jing, clad in armor, rode his horse home.
Your Majesty greeted the army in person, rewarded the troops, and later proceeded to the Ancestral Temple to report the victory and offer thanks for the divine protection. Next came the presentation of the spoils of war as a tribute to the heavens and the ancestors.
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