Beyond Hangu Pass, the Hegemon-King of Chu wielded a colossal sword that seemed to prop up the sky, wiping out a hundred thousand Qin soldiers with one stroke.
By the banks of the Yi River, a song of farewell stirred the winds and clouds, bringing calamity. A white rainbow pierced the sun and reached Chang'an.
Beneath Xianyang, Han Xin swept his sword to form a river, scattering beans that became soldiers, and at last became a peerless military immortal.
On the Great Wall, a blue dragon roared, guarding the frontier day and night and keeping the Xiongnu from daring to invade.
Atop Mount Yao, phoenixes sang in harmony, blessing the people with favorable weather, full granaries, and peace throughout the realm.
Inside a mysterious ancient coffin in a mausoleum at the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains, Zhao Zheng awoke from a deep dream and stretched lazily.
Welcome to Mythic Qin!
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I want to see the First Emperor reorganize the country, not pick up girls in an inn
I haven't seen one yet. I'll raise it to 100 and see if it looks fat or good.
I am taking the blood myself. Please give me your support and give the author some motivation.
I also want to see the First Emperor reorganize his country and compete with Diao Chan, instead of being a hotel owner all the time. . .