Under the scorching sun of Jiaozhou City, people's hearts were restless, and the archers on the city walls were in a state of panic.
Xie Xun had been waiting at the city gate for a full hour before it finally opened. Inside, a team of light cavalry stood on either side, but not a single one ventured out. Clad in armor and holding lances, their armor glistened under the blazing sun, appearing imposing and majestic.
Xie Xun patted Zhuifeng on the head, "Zhuifeng, accompany your master on this trip, don't be afraid!"
Zhuifeng raised its hooves, and Xie Xun rode forward slowly into the city gate. As soon as he entered, the gate behind him shut tightly, and the Jiaozhou light cavalry watched Xie Xun warily as he rode. Suddenly, dozens of lances emerged on both sides, their cold gleam blocking Xie Xun's path. He tightened the reins to steady Zhuifeng.
"Is this how Jiaozhou welcomes guests?" Xie Xun sneered.
