The First Tyrant of Daxia

After a long time, the pain from bone straightening slowly subsided, and Sekhmet limped to his feet, trying to pick up the blade of the scimitar.

Qin Yun took it in his hand first. Facing Sekhmet's angry glare, he said confidently, "The defeated are not qualified to handle the spoils."

Hearing this, Sekhmet's face was filled with indignation, and a strong desire to fight burst out from her beautiful eyes: "I haven't lost yet! My men can fight again!"

"Haha, fight again?" Qin Yun smiled disdainfully, "You must know what the consequences will be if we continue to fight, right?"

"It is impossible for your Tibetan Tiger Army to defeat the Elephant Army, not to mention that Flo's soldiers have been basically wiped out. Tell me, how can you win? How can you fight?"

Sekhmet was stunned by what Qin Yun said, and for a long time he couldn't find any good reason to refute.

Finally, he could only say indignantly: "That's because you ambushed me! You attacked me by surprise! That's why I can't beat you!"

"It better be."

Qin Yun was too lazy to continue arguing with Sekhmet, so he just looked around, trying to find a way out.

"It's a miracle that he didn't die after falling from this height."

Qin Yun looked up at the sliver of sky above his head and couldn't help but sigh again.

Sekhmet glanced at him coldly and struggled to stand up from the ground: "Do you remember what happened in the middle? I felt like something stopped us when we fell."

"Hmm..." Qin Yun touched his chin, frowning slightly, "I don't remember it clearly."

In fact, he and Sekhmet had a fight when they were falling, but he was extremely nervous at that time. In addition, he fell from such a high place, and the only thing he could think about was his own death. Qin Yun's memory was a little fuzzy.

After being reminded by Sekhmet, I always felt that there was something I had overlooked.

After standing there for a while, Qin Yun still couldn't remember anything, so he simply gave up thinking. The most urgent thing was to find a way out first.

"You are a local, have you never been here?"

"Would you be so idle as to go and see what's in the shabby house next door?"

"Yes."

"Are you really the Big Summer Son?"

The two of them kept a distance of two or three meters and chatted casually.

Sekhmet was a carefree person to begin with. Even though he knew that Qin Yun was the emperor of the Xia Dynasty, he did not feel too much awe towards him.

The two of them tacitly chose not to take action at this time. After all, they were stuck at the bottom of the cliff and no one knew what was there.

If both sides are defeated and something unexpected happens, it will be a huge loss.

Halfway through the walk, Qin Yun suddenly paused and frowned, "Why is there a faint fishy smell all around? Do you smell it?"

Sekhmet also looked unhappy: "I smell it."

They both understood what this meant.

"Come on!"

Qin Yun immediately quickened his pace and headed forward.

There was a fishy smell in the mountains and old forests, which meant that there were probably wild animals nearby. Whether dead or alive, they were a threat to the two of them.

They were alive, one had a concussion and the other was disabled, there was no way they could win.

Death means there are more powerful beasts roaming around, which are even more difficult to defeat.

No matter which situation happens, they will end up as food!

Sekhmet stopped talking nonsense and followed Qin Yun closely.

At the dark bottom of the cliff, dense vines blocked the sunlight, making it extremely dim.

Time seems to have stopped here. No matter how far you go, the scenes around you remain the same.

"Well!"

Suddenly, a muffled groan came from behind. Qin Yun turned around and saw Sekhmet sitting on the ground with a look of pain on his face.

She had already broken one of her legs, and had fallen from a great height. She had been walking for such a long time that she could no longer hold on.

Seeing Qin Yun coming over, Sekhmet gritted his teeth and said, "None of your business!"

Qin Yun certainly wouldn't let her die like this. Although he already had Zhu Rong's elephant army, its shortcomings were obvious. It could only be used in large-scale group combat and mountain battles.

If they encountered artillery bombardment on the front battlefield, the elephant army would not be able to escape due to its huge size.

But the Tibetan Tiger Army is different!

Flexible and highly maneuverable, its combat effectiveness is only slightly weaker than that of the elephant army.

If Sekhmet could be conquered and a Tibetan Tiger Army could be trained, coupled with their own carefully crafted equipment, they could become a nightmare for the Western cavalry!

Thinking of this, Qin Yun cleared his throat and said seriously: "In my Great Xia, we will treat our enemies with due respect and will never take advantage of others' misfortunes!"

Hearing this, Sekhmet looked at him with a strange look: "Do you think I look like an idiot?"

"Ahem..." Qin Yun was speechless for a moment, thinking that this woman didn't seem to be really stupid.

Qin Yun's expression became serious and he said calmly, "In this case, let's make a deal. As long as you help me train a Tibetan Tiger Army, I promise to let you live."

"You want the Tibetan Tiger Army?" Sekhmet was stunned for a moment, then his face showed sarcasm, "Is this why you didn't kill me? You want me to help you?"

"Yes, there is an old saying that goes, a wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in. I know that you and Flo are just a deal, and I can give you more than he can give."

In this situation, Qin Yun couldn't threaten him harshly, so he could only appeal to his emotions and reason.

"What the Tibetan Tiger Army wants is nothing more than a piece of land where they can live in peace. Our Great Xia is vast, and you can choose a place to live."

"As for Ptolemy, you don't need to worry about him. Based on my understanding of Cang Hu, you don't seem to have much sense of belonging to the Ptolemaic Dynasty, right?"

These words touched Sekhmet's heart.

Just as Qin Yun said, in terms of the transaction partner, the prince of Daxia in front of him is undoubtedly more suitable than Flo.

But when Sekhmet thought about what Qin Yun had done to him before, he couldn't get over it.

After a long silence, Sekhmet looked up, his eyes full of struggle: "Okay, but... not enough!"

Qin Yun was stunned for a moment, and realized that Sekhmet was saying that the weight he gave was not enough.

Smiling, he suddenly leaned down, grabbed Sekhmet's chin with his right hand, and forced her to look up at him.

"What are you going to do?!"

Sekhmet bit her red lips and tried to shake off Qin Yun's hand, but she couldn't break free.

Qin Yun swept away his previous harmonious demeanor, his eyes were cold, and his voice was majestic: "Sekhemite, was it because I was too gentle before that you thought I was easy to talk to?"

"You have no right to negotiate terms in front of me!"

"Either die or agree to cooperate!"

Feeling the overwhelming momentum of Qin Yun, Sekhmet felt like looking up for the first time in his life, as if there was a towering mountain in front of him.