I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

As they spoke, the city gates burst open with a roar, and Wei Qing, clad in black scale armor, rode out on horseback, followed by eight hundred black scale cavalrymen arranged in a goose-shaped formation, their silver spears like a forest.

This Imperial Guard General under Su Ye had bits of grass stuck to his temples, and a piece of unmelted snow was embedded in the gaps of his armor, yet his back was ramrod straight, like an iron spear that would never bend.

"My lord, the Imperial Guards have cleared out the remaining enemy forces within the city. Please enter!"

Wei Qing clasped his hands in a fist salute on horseback, and the hilt of his meteorite sword struck his chest heavily, producing a crisp sound like metal clashing against stone.

Su Ye's gaze swept over the Xuanlin cavalry behind Wei Qing. Seeing that the hooves of these elite warhorses were still covered with night dew, he knew that they must have been traveling all night without rest.

He suddenly dismounted, his black cloak sweeping across the broken tiles on the ground, startling Xuanwu who was beside him, who tried to help him up but was stopped by him raising his hand.

"Zhongqing, you have done a great job. Your contribution to the decisive victory against the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops under Commander Longxiang in Luzhou is indispensable!"

Su Ye personally helped Wei Qing's arm as he bowed, his fingertips tracing the fine scratches on the other's armor.

Wei Qing's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his lips twitched. Just as he was about to reply, he suddenly heard the sound of children playing inside the city.

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see wisps of smoke rising from the west market, and several naked children chasing each other on wooden shields left behind by the Yellow Turban Army. One of them even used a broken spear as a bamboo horse.