The First Tyrant of Daxia

The morning breeze blew gently, refreshing the air in the British city.

At this time, Qin Yun had already begun to organize his army.

Accompanying him this time were He Ya and his 10,000 Xiliang cavalry.

Although they knew that this negotiation was fraught with danger, it was impossible to bring too many troops with them openly, otherwise it would change the nature of the talks.

However, Qin Yun has already made many arrangements in secret and is not afraid of any conspiracy by Western countries.

Ten thousand troops rumbled out of the city, raising clouds of dust.

The town of Carlos is quite far from the British city. Even if you travel by horse, it will take three days to get there.

At night, Qin Yun's army entered a small town called Granville.

Ten thousand cavalrymen came in a cloud of dust, frightening the residents of the small town of Granville so much that they hid in their homes and dared not come out.

Mayor Unior came out with town officials to meet with them.

When a large army passes through a border, Qin Yun will send people out in advance to communicate with the people in charge to avoid causing panic.

Granville is no exception.

However, the residents of Granville had only heard about the siege of the royal city that lasted for more than a month, and had never seen the Daxia army. So when they heard that the Daxia army was crossing the border in large numbers, they were frightened.

"I have met His Majesty!"

Granville's mayor, Yunior, knelt in front of Qin Yun, feeling fear and panic in his heart.

After all, he is an emperor of a foreign race. How could he not be nervous?

Qin Yun said on the dragon carriage: "Are you the mayor of Granville?"

"Yes, sire!" said Yunior. "My name is Yunior."

Qin Yun nodded, "Yunior, right? My army needs to stay in the town for one night, please arrange some food."

Hearing Qin Yun's words, Yunio immediately looked embarrassed: "Your Majesty, your army is too large, I'm afraid the town can't afford it?"

"Can't afford it?"

Qin Yun frowned, "As a small town with a population of over a thousand households, I just asked you to provide a meal, why can't you provide it?"

"Are you deceiving me?"

Qin Yun looked displeased and stared at Yunior.

Yunior was so scared that he quickly explained, "Your Majesty, you misunderstood me! The land in Granville is not suitable for growing crops. Although Granville has thousands of households, most of them do not make a living by growing crops, but by trading. Therefore, there is not much food in the town."

"Even being self-sufficient is a bit difficult. Every year, half of Granville's food is purchased from outside. Under such circumstances, it is impossible for us to provide food for 10,000 troops, even for one meal."

In fact, it is not really possible to provide a meal, but this will greatly reduce Granville's inventory. If something happens, Granville may not even have enough to eat.

Qin Yun naturally couldn't believe his one-sided words, and said calmly: "Bring the town's account book here, I want to see the income and expenditure of this town."

"Yes."

Yunior quickly sent someone to fetch the account book.

The town was not big, and we got back quickly on horseback.

"Here is the town's income and expenditure account book for the past five years." Yunior handed over the account book, "Please review it, Your Majesty."

Qin Yun took the account book and looked through it carefully, and found that the situation was exactly as Yunior said.

Most of Granville's food is purchased from other places, and the income and expenditure of the villagers in the town are almost all generated by trade.

This is quite true.

Qin Yun returned the account book, turned around and said to He Ya: "He Ya, let the brothers eat dry food."

When marching and fighting, they naturally carried dry food. However, if there were towns along the way, Qin Yun naturally had no need to let the soldiers eat dry food.

But he also didn't expect that the small town of Granville couldn't even provide one meal for 10,000 people.

Yunior wiped the sweat from his forehead as if he had escaped a disaster, and led the officials to greet Qin Yun respectfully: "Your Majesty, please come in!"

Qin Yun entered the town of Granville, with Yunior explaining beside him. The residents of Granville were looking around in their houses, curiously watching Qin Yun, the foreign emperor.

He Ya was observing his surroundings cautiously to prevent the appearance of any assassins.

It was already night, the town was brightly lit, and there were many street lamps on the streets.

Granville is a trading town with good economic strength, but the climate here is a bit hot.

Yunior brought Qin Yun to the best hotel in Granville, invited the best chef, and prepared to treat Qin Yun to a good banquet.

"It's so hot."

Murong Shunhua fanned herself with her hands, sweat dripping down her forehead.

Qin Yun looked at her with great interest. Murong Shunhua was wearing a long dress that was whiter than snow, which matched her cool and beautiful temperament, making her look like a fairy.

At this moment, she was sweating profusely, her black hair stuck to her face, and there was a hint of desire, which made people feel like they were being scratched by a kitten in their hearts.

Yunior bowed his head and smiled apologetically: "My lady, I heard from the older generation that there used to be a volcano near Granville, but that volcano has been extinct for a long time."

"But the surrounding temperature has always been relatively warm."

"It is for this reason that the land here is basically not suitable for growing crops."

He hurriedly explained, fearing that Murong Shunhua would be angry.

For their small town, the emperor's wrath was obviously not something they could bear.

Qin Yun also felt a little hot, especially since he was practicing the Yu Yang Zheng Qi technique, which was a technique that required the peak of Yang energy. In such a warm environment, he was even more sensitive to heat.

At this moment, Qin Yun couldn't help but miss the air conditioner in his previous life.

"Is there any ice?" Qin Yun asked.

Yunior smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Your Majesty, in such a warm environment, ice can't be preserved at all."

Qin Yun said: "If someone can transport ice to Granville, it would be a great opportunity to make a fortune."

The speaker may not have intended it, but the listener may have taken it to heart. Yunior's eyes suddenly lit up, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Qin Yun took Murong Shunhua to the restaurant.

Yunior was busy in the restaurant, ordering the chef to cook well, because if the summer emperor was unhappy, the whole town would be finished.

Qin Yun found a fan from somewhere and fanned Murong Shunhua with a smile.

It would be fine if they just fanned the air, but they didn't fan it properly, and specifically fanned the air in through the sleeves and collar.

Murong Shunhua stretched out her jade hand to push him away, staring at him with her beautiful eyes, "How can you be so fanatical? You are clearly trying to take advantage of me!"

"Injustice!"

Qin Yun said helplessly, "You are just thinking out of habit! Fanning like this will keep you cooler. I have always been fanning like this."

"Really?" Murong Shunhua looked at him suspiciously.

Qin Yun opened his innocent eyes and nodded.