The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Boss, I'm going too!"

"Let me come! Let me come!"

"Don't crowd! Come one by one!"

The soldiers ran to the city wall one after another, jostling each other, creating a very lively scene.

Under the influence of human's most primitive desires, Flo's orders were no longer effective. At most, they could only make the soldiers run slower.

If it was at other times, Flo could still deal with it by military law, for example, if there were deserters during a war, the supervision squad would do just that.

But the problem is that now even the supervisors can't resist the temptation and take the lead in grabbing food. Flo is left alone in the short term.

Although the soldiers would listen to Flo after they had enough food and water, he could not do anything during this period.

"Asshole! This is too much! This is a humiliation! A humiliation to me!"

Flo was so angry that he cursed loudly, but he could only curse on the city wall because he was the only one who could not go down himself.

If he went down, Qin Yun would definitely order someone to capture him and there would be no need to fight. This battle would be over.

Looking at the heated competition below, Flo felt a dull pain in his heart.

How can there be such shameless people in the world!

"Flo must be holding back his anger and cursing at me right now." Qin Yun said with a smile, "At least before these soldiers are full, they are no longer under Flo's control."

"Then we can take this opportunity to recruit those soldiers." Isabella said excitedly.

"It's useless. These soldiers are just taking advantage of us. If we really want to recruit them, now is not the right time." Qin Yun sneered and touched his chin. "Let's compete first, but tell them that no matter who takes it, they have to eat it on the spot. If anyone dares to bring it back to others, he will be disqualified from continuing the competition."

"Also, we distribute them in small quantities each time, to ensure that they will be gone as soon as they have a taste of it."

"As the saying goes, a little help may bring gratitude, a big help may bring resentment, not to mention that we all have different standpoints."

Following Qin Yun's order, the execution began immediately, and the soldiers soon realized that something was wrong.

"Why did I win so little?"

"Yeah, is this all I'm worth?"

"That's not fair!"

The soldiers outside were shouting and complaining.

Isabella looked worried: "Should we give them more?"

"Increase the dosage? They are not our people, why should we increase the dosage for them?" Qin Yun raised his hand and poked Isabella's head, saying angrily, "Don't you understand what I want to do?"

Isabella covered her head and said aggrievedly: "I, I don't understand yet..."

"Alas, you still have too little experience." Qin Yun couldn't help but think of his old opponents. If they were here, they would probably use even more despicable moves than himself.

Speaking of this, he suddenly reacted and turned to look at Mu Le: "Has Xuan Yunzi sent any news back in the past two days?"

It has been a while since he last sent Xuan Yunzi out, and it is time for him to receive some reply.

Mu Le shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, there is no news yet."

"What is this old guy doing? We are not asking him to go to the moon." Qin Yun scolded angrily, although he also knew that Xuan Yunzi had a shadow on Wang Min.

After all, the last time I went there, I almost died.

"Where is He Ya? I asked him to make a feint attack. What's the situation now?" Qin Yun continued to ask.

Mu Le frowned: "From what I know, He Ya should have taken all his troops out. It seems that the other party really thinks we want to attack head-on."

"That's good." Qin Yun touched his chin, "We'll take care of this place by tomorrow at the latest!"

It had been almost a week since he came to Ptolemy, and time had almost run out. It was time to make a quick decision.

After taking control of Ptolemy's passage, he would immediately return, lead his troops to take a shortcut, and directly steal the British Empire's homeland.

Qin Yun felt like laughing when he thought about the expressions of those people in the British Empire at that time.

As Qin Yun's order was passed down, although the army in the city was somewhat dissatisfied at first, they could not win the fight and their food was in the hands of others, so they had no choice but to do as ordered.

Qin Yun's men also obeyed the order and did not attack anyone who came out of the city to compete.

The two parties were originally from the same city and knew each other more or less. They had fought before only for their respective masters, but now that there was an opportunity for a competition, they actually developed a strange tacit understanding.

For a moment, a harmonious scene appeared under the city.

Everyone was talking and laughing during the competition. After the competition, they sat together to eat barbecue, chat about family matters, and express regret for those who had died.

The people of Ptolemy were rough and indifferent to life and death. Besides, it was not uncommon for people to kill each other on the battlefield, so surprisingly, no one drew their swords against each other on the spot.

The only one who was unhappy was Flo.

However, he was now so angry that he descended from the city wall and returned to the palace. The city gate was guarded by his trusted men, so he was naturally not worried that someone would secretly open the gate.

"Brother, how are you doing in there?"

"Don't mention it. All the food in the city has been taken away. If it weren't for you, we would have starved to death in there today."

"Is it that miserable?"

"Who says it's not true? When I followed Flo, I thought he was a capable man who could really become king. But now it seems that he is just so-so."

"Ah, brother, let me say that our Princess Isabella is the legitimate one. Now she has the support of the Eastern Emperor. Flo is definitely no match for her. He will use you as cannon fodder later. Otherwise, don't follow him."

"This...is not good. We've already fought like that before."

"Hey, who is our Princess Isabella? Would she care about such trivial matters? We are all Ptolemy's subjects. As long as you are willing to turn back, Her Highness will forgive you."

Similar conversations continued to take place among the people in the city.

This is the method Qin Yun taught these soldiers. That high-sounding method of persuading them to surrender is useful for scholars and nobles, but it is useless for these low-level soldiers.

These rough guys probably can't even recognize a hundred words in their entire lives, so any big principles they talk about will just be ignored.

Only this kind of communication method that seems simple and straightforward, almost like a transaction, will be accepted by them.

"The biggest problem with Ptolemy's army is that they have no military spirit." Qin Yun commented, "For them, who becomes king is just a matter of following who is beneficial."

"Whether it's Flo or you, it doesn't make much difference."

"It's just that these people are worried about being punished by you later, so they dare not switch sides for the time being."