Chapter 224: Great Qin Army Travels to the Han Dynasty

Three days later, outside Xianyang City.

Eighty thousand Great Qin elite have assembled, clad in black robes and black armor, silent and deadly.

This is the most core field army retained after Great Qin's unification, all equipped with the latest flintlock guns and well trained.

Han Xin, in black general armor, stands expressionlessly at the front of the formation.

Meng Tian is also neatly attired, standing beside Ying Zheng's carriage.

Ying Zheng changes into a lighter black dragon‑pattern everyday robe, forgoing the heavy crown robe, and looks full of vigor.

Fu Su leads the civil and military officials in a send‑off, his eyes complex.

Gu Shanhe walks to an open spot ahead of the army and commands the system,

"System, activate the directional spacetime gate."

"Target: Western Han, Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang, Year 3, outskirts of Chang'an, banks of the Wei River, safe zone."

【Command received. Consumes 500,000 emotion points. Spacetime gate constructing…】

The space before Gu Shanhe begins to warp slightly, light folds, gradually forming an oval light gate whose edges flow with soft white light and whose interior spins deep and profound.

The light gate stands about three zhang high and two zhang wide, enough for several cavalry units to pass side by side.

"Sss—"

Even though they were mentally prepared, seeing this suddenly appearing "gate" with their own eyes, the Great Qin soldiers can't help but gasp sharply.

Ying Zheng, excited, slaps the carriage pole,

"Magnificent! The Grand Tutor's methods truly reach the heavens!"

"Meng Tian, Han Xin, relay the order! Follow the drill formation, pass through the gate in turn, no panic!"

"Acknowledged!"

The military order is issued.

The foremost scout cavalry, gritting his teeth, spurs his horse into the light gate, and his figure vanishes instantly.

Seeing this, the following troops steady themselves, and in rows and files begin to pass through in order.

The carriage and supplies also slowly drive in.

Ying Zheng and Gu Shanhe sit in the same spacious four‑wheel carriage, drawn by four fine horses.

Meng Tian drives the carriage himself.

Han Xin rides his horse following at the side rear.

"Grand Tutor, beyond the gate is the Han Dynasty, right?"

Ying Zheng lifts the carriage curtain, looks at the dazzling passage outside, and asks curiously.

"Hmm, it should be the outskirts of Chang'an, a place with nice scenery," Gu Shanhe nods.

"Hehe, Liu Bang youngster, I have arrived. Don't wet your pants."

Ying Zheng grins, showing his white teeth.

Third year of Emperor Gaozu of Han, spring.

West of Chang'an City, banks of the Wei River.

The weather is fine, the sun warm and gentle.

Having ascended the throne three years ago and barely secured the realm, Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang is in good spirits.

After being suppressed for so long, chased by Xiang Yu, terrified at the Hongmen banquet, barely winning, now he worries daily about other royal houses rebelling, and must also placate the Xiongnu.

Today, a rare leisure, he brings a group of old brothers—

Prime Minister Xiao He, Grand Stablemaster Xiahou Ying, General Zhou Bo, Fan Kuai and others, leave the city for a spring outing.

They also set up a riverside picnic, drink, brag, and reminisce about the "heroic" days of cutting the white snake on Mount Mangdang.

A simple canopy is erected by the river, with wine and meat laid out.

Liu Bang wears everyday robes, no crown, hair loosely tied, playing rock‑paper‑scissors with Fan Kuai while drinking; winners drink, losers also drink, a noisy scene.

Xiao He smiles nearby, occasionally chatting with Zhou Bo and Xiahou Ying.

Cao Can, a short distance away, stares blankly at the Wei River, unknown what he is thinking.

"Haha! Fan Kuai, you lost again! Drink!"

Liu Bang proudly pours a bowl of wine for Fan Kuai.

Fan Kuai is not upset, smirks: "Your Majesty is formidable! I, old Fan, submit! Again!"

At that moment, an anomaly suddenly arises!

On the riverbank clearing less than a mile away, without warning, the air twists violently, emitting a low hum!

Immediately, an oval light gate whose edges flow with white light and interior spins deep appears out of nowhere.

The light gate is enormous, absurdly tall and frighteningly wide!

"What is that?!"

Clack! Liu Bang's wine bowl hits the ground, spilling wine over him.

He springs up, eyes wide, staring at the gate.

Xiao He, Zhou Bo, Xiahou Ying, Cao Can and others also spring up, faces full of shock.

Fan Kuai, choking on a sip of wine, coughs, draws his waist sword, steps forward to shield Liu Bang, eyes bulging: "Protect the emperor! A monster!"

His words just finish, and a soul‑shattering scene appears.

In that huge light gate, a rumbling sound came.

Immediately, squads of black‑clad, black‑armored cavalry, in strict formation and murderous aura, surge out of the gate like a black steel torrent!

The hoofbeats sound like muffled thunder, quickly forming formations on the riverbank.

Then infantry follow, spears like a forest, shields like walls, silently and swiftly arrayed.

Further back were strange four‑wheel carriages and supply wagons loaded with boxes…

A short quarter‑hour later,

On the riverbank a massive, elite, heavily armed unfamiliar army appeared, its numbers uncountable, probably tens of thousands!

Moreover, judging by its gear, formation, and aura, it far surpassed the most elite Han army they had ever seen, even… more terrifying than Xiang Yu's Chu forces of old.

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"

Zhou Bo roared loudly, drew his sword and ordered the hundreds of accompanying officials and guards to form a formation.

Even facing the tens of thousands, the formation looked exceedingly thin and pitiful.

Xia Hou Ying had already rushed to hitch a carriage, preparing to let Liu Bang escape first.

Xiao He's face turned ashen, yet he remained composed, staring intently at the army and the Light Gate.

Liu Bang's legs were a bit weak, but he forced himself not to fall, his voice trembling:

"W‑where… where did this army come from?"

"The Xiongnu? Impossible! Which feudal lord has rebelled?"

"Doesn't look like it! Their attire…"

At that moment,

From the Light Gate emerged a spacious, ornate four‑wheel carriage, accompanied by a few mounted commanders as guards.

The carriage halted, and its doors opened.

Two people stepped out one after another.

The first was a young man dressed in an odd white short robe, with short hair, his bearing ethereal.

The second wore a black gold‑embroidered formal robe, a jade crown on his head, a dignified face, eyes like lightning, about forty years old.

Yet that domineering aura could be felt from far away.

After the white‑clad youth stepped down,

His gaze swept over the panicked Han Dynasty officials, he gave a slight smile, spoke aloud in a clear voice that, though not loud, rang throughout the scene:

"Liu Bang, there is no need to panic."

"We have traveled here from the 39th year of Qin, crossing time and space, and we are not enemies."

The 39th year of Qin? Crossing time and space?

Liu Bang and everyone around him were bewildered—what on earth was happening?

The white‑clad youth continued:

"I am Gu Shanhe. This one is the Great Qin First Emperor, His Majesty Ying Zheng."

"Pfft—"

Liu Bang nearly choked on a mouthful of old blood.

"Ying Zheng? First Emperor?"

That tyrant who died many years ago? What a joke!

Fan Kuai exploded with rage, brandishing his sword and shouting:

"Spit your mother's nonsense! The First Emperor has long been dead! Who the hell are you to impersonate him! Watch me not cut you!"

He lunged forward, but Zhou Bo held him back tightly.

Gu Shanhe did not get angry; he simply raised his right hand, gently pressing from a distance on a half‑person‑tall boulder by the riverbank, a hundred paces away.

"Boom!"

The boulder seemed struck by an invisible giant hammer, instantly shattering into countless fragments that flew outward!

In an instant, the surroundings fell silent.

The Han Dynasty officials, including Fan Kuai, all froze, their eyes nearly bulging out.