The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Pass my order and summon the Tibetan Tiger!"

The clear and loud voice echoed in the tribe.

What followed was countless roars.

"The tiger is here!"

"The tiger is here!"

"The tiger is here!"

At the same time, figures flew out from the woods. They were extremely ferocious tigers with sharp fangs, hideous and terrifying looks, and their murderous intent was clearly revealed.

However, when these tigers fell into the crowd, even though they were still showing their teeth, they did not attack the people around them.

A large number of soldiers in armor walked out of the houses and gathered in front of Sekhmet.

"Meet the Commander!"

"Meet the Commander!"

"Meet the Commander!"

Everyone shouted in unison, and the roar of the tiger made it seem even more powerful and frightening!

Amid the roars in the air, a giant tiger, twice the size of the other tigers, suddenly leaped out from the woods and pounced heavily in front of Sekhmet.

Dust flew everywhere, and under the heavy pressure of the giant claws, dust was splashed all over the sky!

Sekhmet raised her long, round and powerful legs, full of power, and the beauty of her lines was fully displayed.

She turned over and sat on the tiger's back, and said proudly, "That loser Flo couldn't even attack the capital of King Ptolemy, and now he finally asks us for help! What should we do now?!"

Her voice was not loud, but it was full of penetrating power, as if it could pierce people's eardrums and penetrate deep into their minds.

The soldiers standing around the tiger were excited and raised their arms and shouted.

"Show the might of our Tiger Army!"

"Show the might of our Tiger Army!"

Everyone roared in unison, with murderous aura rising to the sky, even the clouds in the sky were blown away.

"After this battle, half of the territory of the Ptolemaic Dynasty will become our land!"

"From now on, we will no longer have to huddle in the mountains and forests to survive. We will live in a better place!"

"So, we must win this battle!"

Accompanied by Sekhmet's roar, the Tibetan Tiger Army, like a ferocious beast out of a cage, rushed straight to the front line where Flo was fighting against the Ptolemaic Dynasty!

……

Isabella did not sleep well that night, because she knew that what was about to come was Flo's extremely brutal revenge.

Flo also slept uneasily. In his dreams, the hideous head of the Leopard Army commander appeared in front of his eyes from time to time, and his painful roar before death seemed to linger in his ears at all times.

The only one who slept peacefully was probably Qin Yun.

He had no worries about the Tibetan Tiger Army. He was only worried about what would happen if Flo didn't dare to fight and ran away with his men.

With Zhu Rong's level, the elephant army trained in a few years can completely crush the shitty Tibetan Tiger Army.

But when he woke up in the middle of the night, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Strange, what's the problem?"

Qin Yun turned over and sat up from the bed, his brows furrowed, feeling that he had neglected something.

But looking back on the whole thing, there was no problem at all. My plan was meticulous and there was no possibility of failure at all.

The problem is not with your plan, but with your opponent.

Thinking of this, Qin Yun began to look through the records about Flo that he had collected from Isabella before.

Looking at the whole picture, this person's life experience can be said to be full of ups and downs. He was poor and weak when he was young, but later he met a noble person, became successful and famous, and reached the highest position in the country by middle age.

Logically speaking, he should have reached the peak of his career, and Ptolemy IV at that time had high hopes for him.

"How could he suddenly rebel with such treatment? Is it because Cecilia doesn't like him? Or is this guy's life goal to be king?"

Qin Yun suddenly realized that there seemed to be a key node in Flo's life process.

This turning point might be an event, or it might be a person, that made him think that he could replace the king.

His ambition was aroused, and all kinds of suitable conditions came one after another, as if there was a big hand in the dark, pushing him onto the path of rebellion.

However, Qin Yun did not dare to draw a conclusion. After all, he had never met Flo in person until now, and everything he knew was heard from other people.

"Forget it. If an army comes, we will stop it; if a flood comes, we will block it with earth. How much damage can the Ptolemaic Dynasty cause me?"

After Qin Yun made note of this matter in his mind, he stopped thinking about it and fell back to sleep.

The next day, news came that Flo had activated the Tibetan Tiger Army, which immediately caused a violent riot in the royal capital.

"The Tibetan Tiger Army is coming!"

"We're finished! We're really finished!"

"Damn it! Pack your things and leave the capital!"

The young people didn't react yet, but the older people had already dragged their old bodies and began to direct the young people in their families to pack up and prepare to run away.

"Father, do we really need to do this? Weren't the Mountain Leopard Army completely wiped out?"

Some young people were dissatisfied with their elders' panic and retorted.

However, the old man was horrified, with fear in his eyes: "You young people don't understand at all!"

"The Mountain Leopard Army is just a knockoff trained according to the Tibetan Tiger Army! The real Tibetan Tiger Army is the most terrifying beast in the world!"

"If we let them into the city, none of us will survive!"

……

"Your Majesty! Let's negotiate with Flo!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Let's not continue fighting Flo!"

"Fro has already mobilized the Tibetan Tiger Army. With the men we have left, we are definitely no match for the Tibetan Tiger Army!"

As soon as the officials and nobles received the news, they immediately went to the palace and tried to make Isabella surrender.

No matter how staunch the royalists were before, when they heard that the Tibetan Tiger Army was going to join the battle, they began to waver in their hearts and began to think of asking Isabella to hand herself over in exchange for peace!

"When Ptolemy III was still alive, there was a riot among the Tibetan Tiger Army!"

"It took us 50,000 men to suppress the riot!"

"But the rebellious Tibetan Tiger Army only has more than a thousand people!"

The officials spoke in detail about the horror of the Tibetan Tiger Army. The older nobles recalled the fear they had felt when facing the Tibetan Tiger Army. They were so frightened that they trembled in fear in the palace and dared not say much.

However, Isabella ignored him and just waved her hand coldly, "Pass my order, summon all the reserve soldiers, assemble the whole army, and prepare for battle!"

For a moment, everyone thought they had heard wrongly.

To meet, to fight?

Is Her Majesty really mad?

Does she really think that she can stop the Tibetan Tiger Army by relying on the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the royal capital, or the new recruits who have never been to the battlefield?

If it were really possible, Ptolemy III would not have spent 50,000 people to suppress a riot of a thousand people!