The First Tyrant of Daxia

This battle lasted until the early morning of the next day. It was a battle that was so fierce that the sky collapsed and the earth shook. The Westerners fought in anger and were highly aggressive. The Persian Empire had to dispatch reserve troops several times.

All this was within Qin Yun's expectations, and he finally managed to resist.

The losses of Daxia were not small, but for the attacking side, the losses were definitely greater. Yale II left behind tens of thousands of corpses and left in anger.

Before leaving, he personally called out to the Imperial City, vowing to take revenge and to retaliate against Daxia in the most cruel way.

Qin Yun naturally disdained to talk to him, but convened a meeting in time.

In the castle, people were bustling about and talking about everything.

Qin Yun looked at all the high-ranking officials below him, and the first thing he said was: "Prince Caesar is dead, and the Westerners will carry out crazy revenge. The most difficult time of this war has arrived."

"I want all of you to be strict with yourselves. Don't be negligent. Obey orders and don't be careless. Otherwise, I won't give face to anyone who comes!"

He swept his stern gaze over everyone, and he was definitely not joking.

"Yes!" Everyone was shocked and shouted together.

Then, Qin Yun took a deep breath and said, "Reinforcements will be here soon. Soldiers injured and disabled on the front line and those who have been here for two years can voluntarily return to the Central Plains to visit their families."

"Gongsun Zhongmou, you will be in charge of this matter. Also, tell Prime Minister Gu in the imperial capital to coordinate the allocation of funds and distribute the pensions and family visit allowances according to the highest standards."

"The Peacock King of the Western Regions has reported that the treasures of the ancient king of the Western Regions have been excavated, which can be used to subsidize military expenses."

"Yes!" Gongsun Zhongmou clasped his fists, becoming more mature and not complaining about doing these logistical tasks.

After Qin Yun finished his explanation, he said, "Given the current situation, how to fight the next battle and where to go, my dear ministers, please speak freely now."

"When the anger of the Westerners subsides, they will become decadent, and then I will take action!"

"This war cannot last for eight or ten years." He frowned and said, not because he was worried about the national strength, but because he had been away from the Central Plains for so long.

The letters from Empress Xiao and others were piling up into a small mountain. He felt guilty every night and wanted to take them home, but it was not realistic.

There are also a group of princes and princesses in the imperial capital!

"Yes!" Everyone bowed, and then began to speak.

"Your Majesty, I think we should mobilize our forces to fight Yale II. This war has been going on for more than two years, and our progress is not fast. So far, we have only conquered Persia."

"Since we have to fight anyway, why not push forward a little! As soon as our reinforcements arrive, we won't be afraid of the Westerners at all!"

Someone stood up and shouted: "This is wrong!"

"Lord Lu, you have never been to the front line, you don't know how fierce the Westerners are. A battle between a million troops depends too much on luck. We can't gamble like this!"

"Exactly. I also think we should plant more flowers and divide the battle zones!"

"..."

Suddenly, the castle was in an uproar. All kinds of suggestions were made, but they were immediately rejected. It was impossible to achieve unification. Qin Yun listened quietly and chose the best military strategy.

Although it is a bit noisy, it is gratifying. Now Daxia has many stars gathered and hundreds of boats are competing with each other. It is a good situation!

A day passed and the meeting ended, but no result was reached, and it was impossible to reach a result so quickly.

The big guys dispersed with red faces and thick necks.

Qin Yun stretched his waist, his bones crackling and his whole body was stiff. "Let's go out for a walk. My waist is almost gone from sitting like this every day."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ku Lao and others bent down and immediately made way.

At this moment, the sky is very dark. The magnificent ancient castle records the former glory of the Persians. It is lit up with luminous pearls everywhere. It can be said that it is luxurious to the extreme and a bit dreamy.

The ancient West was different from the Central Plains. Their aristocracy and racial system determined two extremes, the upper class and the lower class.

Therefore, the Persian imperial city is generally magnificent and half shocking.

"Huh? What is that? It's so lively." Qin Yun suddenly spoke, his eyes flashed, piercing through the darkness, looking straight at the other end of the Persian Imperial City.

It is far less magnificent than the ancient castle, and even a little dilapidated, but at this moment it is bustling with people, the sound waves reach the sky, and countless torches are swaying, as if some grand event is taking place.

Ku Lao took a look and said, "Your Majesty, that is the Colosseum!"

"This is a traditional Western sport, which involves putting humans and wild beasts together in an arena, throwing weapons at them, and letting them fight."

"The winner walks out, the loser becomes a corpse, and the onlookers place bets and buy and sell."

"Generally, those thrown in were extremely vicious people or slaves. Someone down there reported that the Persians did not cause any trouble or rebellion, so no one cared."

Hearing this, Qin Yun raised his eyebrows. He had heard of it in his previous life, but he had never seen the real ancient Western Colosseum.

"Let's go and take a look. It's so lively. I've been here for so long, but I haven't been there yet."

Ku Lao smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, Empress Murong said that you are not allowed to run around at night, for fear that you might catch a cold or be assassinated."

"It's okay. I'm not afraid of her." Qin Yun waved his hand with great domineering power.

"Uh..." Ku Lao was speechless.

The Jinyiwei were embarrassed and looked strange, but they couldn't say much and could only follow.

After a while, Qin Yun, in disguise, led the Jinyiwei into the streets of the Persian Imperial City. This was the first time he had been out for a stroll in more than a year.

This place is ruled by the Daxia army. There are already some Han Chinese shops here, but most of the people are still Westerners.

Because of Qin Yun's soft and hard tactics, the Persians, who had lost their highest noble, just lay down and never made trouble. They even felt that it was safer with Daxia here.

The West City, where ordinary Persian people gathered, had a large population and rather dull buildings made of earth, sand and huge stones. It was far less magnificent than the East City.

Kyle Colosseum!

This is the largest Colosseum in West City. It is shaped like a football stadium in later generations. It is very large and completely open-air. There are at least tens of thousands of people gathered inside and outside.

There are also Han people here, but they are all merchants. The army is strictly prohibited from coming to these places.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill it!"

"Bite him to death!" Crazy shouts came from inside, countless Westerners shouted for it, accompanied by the roars of beasts.

As soon as he entered the Colosseum, Qin Yun was shocked by the scene!

My goodness, there were countless pieces of flesh and blood in the center of the venue, it was almost as cruel as a battlefield. The huge cage was dark and nothing could be seen clearly, but the roars of unknown beasts kept coming out.

Rows of slaves were imprisoned in cages, with disheveled hair and in a miserable state. Some were numb, some had fierce eyes, and their bodies were covered with scars.

And those Westerners who placed bets laughed loudly, watching the brutal battle between man and beast, as if they were enjoying it very much.

"Come, come, come, buy it and leave it!"

"The slave participating in this battle is the former noble warrior Andre, with a record of seven wins and no losses. He will fight against a fully grown tiger!" someone shouted, dragging a huge iron box filled with bets placed by tens of thousands of people.