Hongdao, the seventh year, on the twentieth of the sixth month.
Outside Changsha City, in the northern suburbs, at the Altar for Worshipping Heaven.
Banners fluttering, long spears standing like a forest.
A sea of red, divided into several groups, neatly spread across the plains.
"Screech!"
A magnificent eagle circled in the sky, occasionally casting its sharp gaze below as it flapped its wings.
In the mind of this airborne ruler, confusion abounded: What were these human beings below gathered for?
Suddenly.
Waves of sound rolled through the crowd below.
"Long live the victory! Long live the victory!"
The soaring waves of sound startled the dancing eagle in the air.
With fluttering wings, it swiftly headed towards a distant place, seeming to flee from this spot.
On the plain.
Lu Yuan, mounted on a red steed, wore bright yellow armor and slowly advanced through the open area between the large armies.