Yellow sands stretch endlessly, the heavens and the earth vast, as Qibi Li dismounted and tapped his armor with a finger. The weapons of the Central Plains, the craftsmanship in forging armor, far surpassed that of the Western Regions and the grasslands. The skilled craftsmen of the Mo School and Military School truly understood the art of steel.
"Excellent armor,"
A smile could not help but appear on Qibi Li's solemn face.
In recent years, he had brought together the Tiele's nine tribes anew; after hundreds of years, the once-great tribes now had few people, living in poverty. Even light armor like the golden curved sword cavalry's treasure blades were painstakingly fashioned piece by piece.
Later, after Li Guanyi occupied Anxi City, they tightened their belts and changed into good armor, but how could the armor of a single Western Regions city compare to the superior formal armor of Central Plains nation's border Duke Mansion?
