The carriage of the Zhang Family slowly made its way toward the inner city.
Inside the carriage, someone was enthusiastically singing in chorus: "Outside the Imperial Capital, blades sweep up snow, the Divine Machine's cannons shatter the sky. Every shout of 'Long live' burns fiercely, flags crushing countless enemies. War drums urge spirits to break, the Five Armies ignite the wolf smoke. I dare to ask, can the bandits' heads hang at Chongli Pass?"
"The red armor reflects the cold light, victory reports spread across the Nine Border. Warm wine inside the camp, outside, sacrifices to loyal heroes. The living collect broken spears, the dead entrust to cuckoos. May this body and bones once more defend the Society in peace!"
A carriage crowded with eight people, smelled overpoweringly of sweat.
Chen Ji leaned against the carriage wall and noticed, surprisingly, even Li Xuan at his age was quietly singing along.
