Chapter 600: Who in the World is Worthy of White Robes

"Good heavens..."

Gu Jin was completely dumbfounded at this moment.

For the first time.

She had been in the arts industry for so many years, obsessed and engaged in it... yet this was the first time she had seen a performance that gave her goosebumps all over...

Yes.

This was a truly complete, truly perfect stage play.

This was what Liu Zheng had gifted to Xie Tianyao this time: "Winter Is Coming"!

Expressed through the form of an ancient martial dance and supported by a modern atmosphere, the physical movements, while slightly exaggerated, did not feel out of place at all... Only such exaggeration could convey the cruelty and coldness of these Barbarians, and express the patriotism of the Liangzhou Army and their burning hearts toward the Longyan Sect and the nation.

Snowflakes.

Were still falling.

Jinghua was still in the midst of winter.

Many people had already wrapped their clothes tightly around themselves. However, despite the biting cold, they were unwilling to leave and return to add another layer of clothing, because they did not want to miss such a magnificent scene. A spectacle unprecedented and unrepeatable...

"Is this the Glider of that Governor Liu?"

At this moment.

Tie Mucheng, who had already entered the Imperial City, looked coldly at the "bird-men" circling in the sky.

No one answered him.

Because to these Barbarians from the Grassland, this thing that could fly in the sky was simply too miraculous.

Tie Mucheng's expression slowly turned gloomy.

Was Mizuno Masashige not the same?

To the citizens of Jinghua, this was a martial dance, a performance, the grand finale of the Great Hall!

But to them, it was much more than that.

This was a military exercise! This was a war drill! This was a performance intended to intimidate them! What the citizens saw was merely the entertainment value. But what they, the Barbarians, saw was the military discipline displayed by the Liangzhou Army in this performance. The absolute obedience of the Liangzhou Army, the ever-changing weapons in their hands, the armor on their bodies, and the Liangzhou Army's readiness to face death.

"Kill!"

"How can you say you have no clothes? I share my robes with you. The King raises his army, I repair my spears and lances. I share your hatred!

How can you say you have no clothes? I share my undergarments with you. The King raises his army, I repair my spears and halberds. I march with you!

How can you say you have no clothes? I share my outer garments with you. The King raises his army, I repair my armor and weapons. I go with you!"

Liu Zheng rode on a War Horse, his silver-white military uniform eye-catching.

He let out a roar.

The Liangzhou Army roared in response.

The slaughter, which seemed like both a battle and a performance, made one's blood boil.

Too cool!

With every swing of his long sword, the Liangzhou Army shifted into a new battle formation.

With every roar of his, these Liangzhou Army soldiers were filled with fighting spirit!

"Ahhhhh!"

In Jinghua, countless young women began to scream at the sight of Governor Liu like this!

Whether they were daughters of noble families or members of the imperial clan, their eyes were all beginning to shine!

How could he be so cool!

Where had they ever seen such a dashing man! Literate and martial, capable of anything, it seemed there was nothing he could not handle.

Thinking carefully, since Governor Liu first made his name, his formidable record of achievements truly made him worthy of the title Peerless National Scholar. Developing Liangzhou, pacifying the Western Regions, stabilizing Hanzhong, driving out the Southern Barbarians, resisting the Xiongnu... it seemed that in every major event of the Longyan Dynasty, he had participated, and it was precisely because of his participation that things were perfectly resolved.

Peerless National Scholar.

Is it excessive?

Is it excessive?

Xie Tianyao also finally stood up at this moment, quietly watching Liu Zheng.

At this moment, he looked on.

His eyes were filled with the very image of what he himself wished to become.

"Donning iron armor, carrying a long blade. Marching to war with you, the road is long."

Spears out!

A white robe. A war chariot.

A shout.

A Liangzhou Army!

Liu Zheng's face was resolute.

The Barbarians began to falter.

The dancers began a larger-scale performance of song and dance, with music playing incessantly.

"Sharing the same hatred, facing life and death together. Marching to war with you, my heart never tires!"

Spears retracted, shields raised, blades drawn!

The momentum was astonishing!

The killing intent was overwhelming!

Many people in the Zhuque High Tower had their expressions change drastically. If it weren't for the fact that this Liangzhou Army numbered only three thousand, they would have worried that Governor Liu would take this opportunity to harbor ulterior motives and seize Jinghua...

"Trampling the Yanran Mountains, chasing the Hu tribes. Marching to war with you, singing without fear!"

The third movement.

At this moment, it finally began.

A great battle, under the anticipation of everyone, suddenly erupted. Three thousand Liangzhou Army soldiers began close-quarters combat with those "barbarians."

The scene became bloody.

The palace dancers continued to dance, continued to laugh, continued to be drunk, and continued to make merry.

The soldiers continued to support one another, their weapons broken, yet they still used their teeth to bite at those "barbarians"...

Snowflakes fell to the ground, naturally melting into ice water; at this time, Zhuque Street had already become a patch of mud. Rolling in the mud, struggling in the mud, slaughtering in the mud, life and death in the mud...

On the war chariot.

Shen Manqing's dance movements became faster and faster, more and more stunning, and the drumbeats grew faster as well; her graceful figure seemed to be rolling at every moment, yet with an extremely beautiful range of motion, leaving people dazzled.

Liu Zheng, on his War Horse, had already charged into the battle formation.

His silver-white battle robe was already stained with fresh blood.

The "barbarians" were becoming more numerous.

The Liangzhou Army was becoming fewer.

The people lying on the ground were becoming more numerous.

The people still alive were becoming fewer.

The ice and snow were becoming heavier.

The temperature was becoming lower.

Those palace dancers were becoming more joyful, more extravagant.

"United as one, the mountains can be shaken!"

"The mountains can be shaken!"

"Offending military law, one's body is not free!"

"One's body is not free!"

"Facing water and fire, dare we delay!"

"Dare we delay!"

"To report to the Emperor above, to save the common people below!"

"To save the common people below!"

"Kill all the barbarians, to seek a Marquis title!"

"To seek a Marquis title!"

The number of people chanting this final song had become fewer and fewer, but the momentum grew stronger and stronger. It seemed to be accompanied by national will, seemed to be accompanied by fresh blood, seemed to be accompanied by hope for the future, and seemed to be accompanied by the protection of wives and children.

When the final two words, "Marquis title," were uttered.

In the entire arena, only one person remained alive.

That figure in white.

The war chariot had already stopped, and the woman in red who had been beating the drum had already passed away.

The barbarians.

Were all eliminated.

The Liangzhou Army was completely wiped out.

Mournful music began to play.

That white robe was now entirely red.

Countless wounds.

Yet.

He still arduously raised his long sword, as if to pierce the firmament.

What his eyes were looking at.

Was Xie Tianyao on the Zhuque High Tower.

The entire Jinghua.

At this moment, was silent.

There was not a single sound left.

The Glider in the sky retreated, and the snowflakes stopped as well.

The weather cleared up once again.

The music stopped.

This shocking, unprecedented, and unrepeatable martial dance came to an abrupt end.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"What a fine Prefect Liu!"

Xie Tianyao's eyes shone with a sharp light as he watched; he, who rarely experienced emotional fluctuations, was now gripping the railing of the Zhuque High Tower tightly.

He could not help but shout loudly: "Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of white robes!"

"Good!"

"Reward!"

"Reward!"

"Welcome Prefect Liu into the Imperial City!"

"Long live, long live, long, long live our Emperor!"

"Long live, long live, long, long live our Emperor!"