"My Great Qin... has fallen?" Ying Zheng looked utterly lost. He always believed that his Great Qin Empire could prosper forever, even ruling the whole Blue Star. Hearing from Zhang Menglong that Great Qin had already perished, it was hard for him to accept for a moment.
"Impossible! My Great Qin has thousands of iron cavalry. I had long swept through Taihe and dominated the Eight Desolates. Who could threaten my Great Qin Empire? Could it be those barbarians from the north?"
"Not quite," Zhang Menglong said, "The combat strength of the Great Qin Empire is still formidable. If it had continued to develop, it might have conquered the West, and the Great Wall could have been in Western architectural style. Who knows, the Statue of Liberty could be established in Great Qin, and perhaps we wouldn't have to learn English in elementary school!"
