The First Tyrant of Daxia

Everyone looked nervous: "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

Another scout rushed over: "Your Majesty, the water level is rising sharply, and there is a risk of approaching Wuzhu City!"

Hearing this, everyone tensed up and felt a chill on their backs. How could the Dilu River have so much water? Could it flood Wuzhu City?

Qin Yun narrowed his eyes: "Impossible."

"I have read the files a long time ago. The distance between the Dilu River and Wuzhu City is at least ten meters. Even if it breaks, the water volume of this grassland inland river cannot flood Wuzhu City."

“But the rising water level may cause the food and red cannons in low-lying areas to get wet.”

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts, which had just relaxed, immediately perked up again.

"go with!"

"Move the food and red cannons to higher ground! To prevent any accidents, the entire army will carry sandbags and block the coast to prevent Wuzhu City from being flooded!"

"Yes!" everyone shouted. Even a great general like Mu Le quickly rushed to the front line to command flood control.

The flood has already broken through the dike and it is impossible to stop it. The most important thing now is to stop Yuan Gu’s plan and prevent any more major troubles from happening.

Food and red cannons are of paramount importance.

The entire post-war Wuzhu City was in chaos.

"Hurry, the biggest torrent is coming!"

"His Majesty has ordered that not a drop of water can enter the low-lying areas!!" A loud roar was heard in the city, and dense crowds of people were busy.

Soon after, a rumbling sound was heard, and the largest wave of flood poured into the Lu River, causing the water level to rise rapidly and was about to approach the city.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers frantically carried sandbags and blocked the entire coast to prevent the water from overflowing. Otherwise, the transportation of the red cannon would have become a problem in the future.

Qin Yun worked hard all night long with torches burning brightly. He almost fainted from exhaustion, but he managed to save Wuzhu City from being flooded and there was no loss.

But other places along the coast were not so lucky. The floods continued to pour down, inevitably submerging many herdsmen's crops, tents, cattle and sheep...

In fact, at least 100,000 people died as a result, and the wailing continued on both sides of the entire Lu River. It was simply a human tragedy!

Yuan Gu's forced action was too crazy and was tantamount to cutting off his own Great Wall.

……

At dawn, all the turmoil subsided.

Qin Yun dragged his tired body to the shore and looked at the endless Lu River in front of him, or to be more precise, the sea!

The water level, which was originally half a person's height, rose by at least ten meters. Many dead bodies, cattle, sheep, and various objects were floating on the water...

There is no doubt that it was drifting down from upstream, and basically everywhere, except Wuzhu City, was severely affected.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?"

"We can't cross such deep water in a short time. It is even more difficult to advance the red cannon, unless we build ships on the spot." Mu Le said with a grim expression.

Hearing this, everyone smiled bitterly. When they came to the grassland to fight, when did they ever think about building ships?

"Why not go around it?" someone suddenly suggested.

Qin Yun shook his head and rejected the idea directly: "The Dilu River is not deep or long. It would have been easy to bypass it, but Yuan Gu used such a vicious trick. The torrents burst and the banks were soaked by water. It was all sand and mud. It was very difficult to march."

"The red cannon weighs several hundred pounds, and its wheels will surely sink deep into the mud, which will give the Turks an opportunity to take advantage of it."

Everyone looked unhappy: "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

"If we build ships now and send more than 100,000 troops across, we will probably have to wait until next year."

Qin Yun smiled bitterly, not too annoyed, took a deep breath and said, "There is no solution. Ashina Yuangu has now become the eternal sinner of the grassland. He suddenly released a flood and drowned countless grassland people. He was willing to bear such a huge price, so how could he be useless?"

"For at least a month, we can forget about it."

He was calm, but the generals were worried: "But your majesty, will something unexpected happen in a month? The grassland is too big, and I am afraid that the tribal coalition will outflank us."

Qin Yun sneered: "You think too much. With the red cannon and 200,000 troops, the Turks in their victorious period might dare to pluck the hair from the tiger's nose."

"But now, they don't even have the courage!"

"Yuan Gu's plan is just to forcibly extend the life of the Turkic Khanate. He will bear the eternal infamy, and at most he can only extend his life for about a month."

"I suddenly feel a little sorry for him." A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed in silence, saying, "Yes, this powerful man who can cover the sky with one hand is really desperate."

"His reputation for most of his life has been ruined because of this flood. So many civilians died and such huge economic losses were caused. I really can't think of any way he can wash it clean."

"Deserve it!"

"This number one war criminal should fall from heaven to hell!"

Qin Yun looked at the swollen river, frowned and sighed: "The only pity is that I probably won't be able to return to the imperial capital before the New Year. I broke my promise again. I don't know how to explain it to Xiang'er when I go back."

Everyone also became depressed, aroused by homesickness.

After a long time.

Qin Yun turned around and said, "It's not our fault that things have come to this. Yuan Gu cut off his arm to survive. It's hard to prevent it."

"Everyone, go back and rest as soon as possible. When the flood recedes and the grass dries up, it won't be too late for us to attack. After all, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

"We can take advantage of this time to reorganize our troops and deal with the cities occupied by the grasslands, so as to lay the foundation for the imperial officials to move in in the future."

Everyone was shocked: "Yes, we obey your command!"

Qin Yun turned his head and took a last look at the endless water. His sight crossed the border and seemed to reach the Turkic capital dozens of miles away. His black hair fluttered, and he looked indescribably deep and majestic.

No one can stop the demise of the Turks!

And this is just the beginning. One Turk is only the first step for Daxia to dominate the world. Even the red cannons have come out.

All nations in the world must kneel before me!

Three days later, the water level of the Lu River began to drop, but very slowly.

The food brought by the army of more than 200,000 was consumed very quickly because a large part of it was distributed to Turkic civilians, but this could not cause any interference to Qin Yun.

The supply from the rear has been continuous, and there are huge spoils of war and granaries. Now the time, place and people are all on Qin Yun's side.

On the tenth day, Mr. Feng personally escorted two hundred artillery shells to Wuzhu City to increase the weight again.

The master and servant were walking on the grassland, feeling indescribably comfortable. The wind blew and the cattle and sheep were seen on the grassland. There was also the surging Dilu River, and the scenery was very beautiful.

"Mr. Feng, you won't go back to Xiliang this time. We have enough shells. I have asked the Xiliang Gunpowder Office to take a break."

Old Feng hunched over and nodded, "Okay, I will always feel uncertain if I don't follow Your Majesty."

"Now that the overall situation has been decided, we can rest assured that the Jinyiwei will be watching over the Xiliang gunpowder issue."