Da, da.
It was the sound of iron hooves striking the ground.
On a tall steed sat a burly man, his massive frame clad in heavy armor. The plating fit tightly, complementing his physique, as he wielded a long lance inverted, its tip nearly dragging the ground.
Behind him followed thirty or so attendants, all skilled cavalrymen, his direct loyal guards brought from the Southern Border.
The Southern Border was home to treacherous mountains and harsh terrain, plagued by miasma and lacking proper grounds to raise horses. Thus, warhorses were scarce. However, his retinue included cavalry, all elite soldiers—clearly indicating his exceptional status.
Qin Liancheng sat upright on horseback and spotted one of his valiant riders in the distance, decapitating a head with a curved blade.
"Quick horse speed, and precise execution. Liang has improved. His skills have progressed recently."
Qin Liancheng chatted with the surrounding riders, laughing.
