The First Tyrant of Daxia

Each of the soldiers held a grain cake in one hand and a bowl full of hot water in the other, gnawing on it with a grunt.

"Don't try to tempt us with food!"

"That's right! Sooner or later we will defeat you!"

"When the time comes, you will be ready to die!"

The soldiers shouted at Qin Yun as they ate the food, and it seemed as if the food in their mouths became even more delicious.

Seeing his soldiers so energetic, Flo showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"See? These are my soldiers. They will never be tempted by anything. Even if you cook downstairs, it will not affect us."

Of course, Flo didn't mind Qin Yun asking the soldiers to cook.

When marching, no matter how good the food is, it is just dry food cakes and porridge soaked with dry food cakes. After all, other things cannot be preserved for long distances.

Qin Yun waved his hand, asking the soldiers to put down their shields, and said with a smile: "How pitiful! They can only eat this kind of food."

"Let me show you what our soldiers eat."

Having said that, without waiting for Flo to reply, Qin Yun led his men to retreat and stopped within the range of arrows.

Behind him, the soldiers began to get busy and started moving various tools outside.

When Fu Luo saw Qin Yun retreat, he thought he was intimidated by his words. As for those busy soldiers, they all thought it was just a bluff.

"Soldiers, eat well. Once reinforcements arrive, we will attack the city and teach these bastards a lesson!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers raised their arms and shouted.

"My lord is mighty!"

"mighty!"

"mighty!"

Flo retreated from the city wall with satisfaction and returned to the palace.

But he still felt a little uneasy, so he asked someone to call Tomili over.

"Tomily, when will the reinforcements arrive?"

Although he looked confident on the city wall, he was actually very panicked.

The last of the food has been sent out. If reinforcements do not arrive within a day or two, he will not be able to hold back the soldiers.

Tomili frowned slightly: "I have sent the secret letter, but there is no reply yet."

Logically speaking, with the speed of the White-headed Saker Falcon, the reply to the secret letter that I sent out last night should have arrived by now.

Hearing this, Flo's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean? Are the reinforcements not coming?"

"Reinforcements will definitely come," Tomili said quickly to comfort her. "Maybe they are mobilizing troops and are delayed for a while."

Flo calmed down a little and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, I was too impatient."

"It's okay. I understand you." Tomili comforted softly, "Relax, no matter what they are doing outside, as long as the reinforcements arrive, we can immediately launch a counterattack against them."

"Well, I know."

Flo sat back on the throne, a position he once longed for so much, but now he didn't feel so comfortable sitting on it.

All these things intertwined together made him start to worry about the future, and even had a premonition that he might fail.

"No! I will not fail. I have worked so hard for so long to get to where I am today. My future is already determined. I will become the king of Ptolemy!"

Just as this thought came to my mind, there was a commotion outside.

Flo's heart skipped a beat and he strode out of the palace, seeing a large number of soldiers rushing towards the city wall.

"What's going on? Has the enemy started to attack the city?"

Flo stopped a soldier and asked urgently.

When the soldier saw that it was Flo, although he was anxious, he still stopped and said, "Sir, the other party has started cooking under the city."

"Cooking?" Flo frowned. "What's so interesting about cooking?"

"That's it... Hey, sir, you'll know if you go and see for yourself!"

Seeing this, Flo went to the city wall again.

When they reached the city wall, the soldiers who had been content with eating the biscuits before, now all stood up and stared blankly at the bottom, with longing and envy in their eyes.

"What's going on?" Flo frowned, "What are you doing?"

A soldier said in a fishy voice: "Sir! Come on, smell it! It smells so good!"

Flo sniffed hard and her eyes widened suddenly: "What is this smell, why is it so fragrant?"

He lay on the top of the city wall and looked down, and found that all the fragrance came from the stoves below.

The soldiers placed an iron plate on the stove, lit a fire underneath, and roasted the meat on the iron plate.

Although it was a little far away, Flo seemed to see the sizzling oil coming out of the meat, and his mouth began to secrete saliva involuntarily.

Seeing that the meat was almost cooked, the soldiers sprinkled something unknown on the meat, and the aroma suddenly became several times stronger.

It was drifting towards the royal capital in a way that was almost visible to the naked eye!

Gulu! Gulu! Gulu!

On the city wall, the sound of people swallowing saliva was heard.

The soldiers all stared down eagerly, their looks like the eyes of men who had been locked up in prison for many years and suddenly saw a peerless beauty.

The pancake in my hand, which I thought tasted good before, now tastes like chewing wax and I have no appetite to eat it anymore.

"grown ups……"

"My Lord, they are eating delicious food..."

"Sir, can we have meat?"

The soldiers all turned to look at Flo, their eyes full of desire.

If I had never seen the light, I could endure the darkness.

If I had never seen barbecue, I could have tolerated the grain cake in my hand.

These two sentences are the best description of their present situation.

At this time, Flo also had a dark face and was swallowing his saliva violently. Not to mention these soldiers, even he could not bear this temptation.

"Shameless! Despicable! Shameless!"

"You actually use such dirty tricks. Are you still worthy of being called a soldier?"

"How shameless! If you have the guts, come down and fight me squarely!"

Flo was so angry that he cursed loudly on the city wall, and was heard by a nearby scout, who hurried back to report to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun was immediately happy and sent Mu Le out immediately.

"Our master said that whoever can survive ten moves under this general will get a piece of barbecue."

Mu Le stood on his horse with his sword drawn, proudly standing on the empty coin under the city wall, with a cold expression, like a peerless god of war.

Everyone was horrified when they saw this.

The fighting power that Mu Le displayed on the battlefield previously left them with an indelible shadow.

However, someone could not resist the temptation of barbecue and jumped off the city wall.

"I'll fight you!"

The man was tall, with a scar running across his face and muscular. One could tell at a glance that he was a seasoned warrior.

Mu Le glanced at him and said calmly: "I will not kill unknown people."

The man's face darkened and he roared, "I am Bonur, for..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly got stuck.