The First Tyrant of Daxia

Fu Long had a determined look on his face.

He would rather die than see his monarch speak soft words to the enemy. Although it was just a few soft words and might not mean much to others, the person in front of him was Qin Yun!

How can a emperor like me bow down to the enemy?

The king must not be humiliated!

Qin Yun looked at Perfu with increasingly cold eyes.

This is a despicable person!

It's funny, the Church of Glory sounds like such a noble and upright name, but Perfu is not worthy of such a name at all.

"It seems that you don't really want this general, so I can only give it back to you!"

Perfu smiled grimly, "But, not a living person, but a dead body will be returned to you!"

The next moment, Perfu raised the knife in his hand and was about to chop it down.

But at this moment, a sharp arrow, like an eagle breaking through the sky, swept across the air like a black shadow, and arrived in an instant, directly hitting Perfu's arm.

"what!"

Perfu screamed as his arm was pierced by the sharp arrow and the sword in his hand fell weakly.

"Who is it?! Who attacked me?!"

Perfor roared angrily, and at the same time, the shield bearer quickly raised his shield in front of Perfor to defend against the possible cold arrows that might appear again.

The sharp arrows were indeed not finished yet. The second and third sharp arrows were shot out again, making hair-raising sonic booms, one after another in an instant.

"defense!"

Perfu quickly asked people to raise shields for defense.

But the target of these two sharp arrows was no longer Perfu.

Instead, it was Fu Long who was hung on the city wall by Perfu.

Two sharp arrows shot out one after another, and one of them directly hit the rope that was hanging Fu Long. The rope broke immediately, and Fu Long, who was hanging by the rope, began to fall from the city wall at the same time.

Perfu's original panic instantly turned into astonishment. Could it be that Qin Yun was planning to kill General Fu Long?

You know, the royal city will be built relatively high, because once there is an attack by foreign enemies, the royal city will be the last wall of the entire kingdom.

For security reasons, emperors of all dynasties would even continue to repair and optimize the foundations of the original royal city walls.

Although the Kingdom of Lakis is only a small country, its city wall is more than 20 meters high. If Fu Long falls from it, he will be smashed into a meat paste.

But this doubt did not last long, and the third sharp arrow instantly gave Perfu the answer.

The third arrow was shot out quickly. When Fu Long was still two or three meters away from the ground, the arrow head pierced through Fu Long's clothes and then nailed it firmly on the city wall.

This arrow was just a wooden arrow and could not possibly bear the weight of Fu Long. It broke quickly after it caught Fu Long, and then Fu Long fell from the city wall and landed safely on the ground.

Perfor's pupils shrank.

Who shot these arrows? Three sharp arrows, each one was extremely accurate and even possessed tremendous power.

After all, given the hardness of wooden arrows and the long distance, it is easy to imagine how difficult it is to shoot easily broken wooden arrows into the city wall.

Without giving him time to be surprised, Perfu reacted quickly and gave the order: "Shoot Fu Long!"

But there was someone who was faster than him.

He was like a dragon swimming in the wind, or a crane flying through the clouds. His figure moved quickly and arrived in a flash.

At this time, the archers on the walls of the royal city were already in position. When they saw the people coming, they took out their sharp arrows and prepared to shoot.

The man picked up Fu Long and ran away.

At the same time, the archers on the city wall had shot sharp arrows, aiming directly at the man carrying Fu Long.

But the man was not at all panicked, and he didn't seem to take any action. He suddenly flipped his left palm, and suddenly more than a dozen small stones flew out and collided with the sharp arrows.

The sharp arrow that collided with the pebble could no longer hold on and broke on the ground like a poisonous snake with its head chopped off.

"Keep shooting!"

When Perfu saw this, he was horrified and shouted immediately.

But when the archers drew their longbows again and prepared for the second round of shooting, that man had already brought Fu Long back to Qin Yun's camp.

"Your Majesty, I have brought the person back safely."

Qin Yun smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Feng."

"It's not hard." Old Feng smiled and handed Fu Long from his shoulder to someone else.

The person who just took action was none other than Mr. Feng.

He saved Fu Long with three arrows, and then rushed into the enemy's shooting range alone, but it was as if there was no one there. He went in and out without any injury on his body.

When Perfu, who was on the city wall, saw this scene, he was so angry that his eyes turned red.

"Qin Yun, I didn't expect that there is such a strong person by your side!"

Perfu gnashed his teeth and said, "But, he's just Fu Long. It's fine to rescue him. I still have Roman soldiers and Glorious Warriors. You can't defeat me with just your troops!"

Qin Yun sneered, "We'll know if we can win if we try!"

The next moment, Qin Yun, who had no more scruples, gave the order directly: "Kill!"

The 90,000-strong army launched a direct charge.

Perfor shouted, "Get out of the city and meet the enemy!"

The gates of the royal city rumbled open and the Roman soldiers launched a charge.

After the Roman soldiers came the glorious warriors in red and white uniforms.

However, these glory warriors were different from the ones Qin Yun had seen in the Ptolemaic Dynasty. At this moment, each of the glory warriors held a large sword of a strange color in his hand.

The doubt in Qin Yun's mind flashed away, and at this time, the Daxia soldiers were already fighting with the Roman soldiers.

In addition to the 40,000 soldiers of the Shenjiying, the rest of the 90,000-strong army are battle-hardened soldiers of Daxia and some elite Ptolemaic soldiers.

These Roman soldiers were lurking in various places in the Kingdom of Lachis. Even though they had been trained, they lacked practical experience.

When the two armies clashed, the battle became one-sided in an instant.

The Bactrian soldiers had the upper hand, while the Roman soldiers were directly at a disadvantage.

Qin Yun felt itchy and could not help but rush out. Behind him, Old Feng followed him like a shadow.

"kill!"

Qin Yun drew out his sword and joined the battle between the armies.

With Qin Yun's martial arts strength, fighting among a group of Roman soldiers who were at a disadvantage was as easy as a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Soon, outside the city of King Laquis, blood flowed like a river and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Of course, more of them were the corpses of Roman soldiers.

"Fire the arrow!"

Perfor roared with red eyes.

The next moment, a torrential rain of arrows fell from the sky, directly hitting the Daxia soldiers.

Many Daxia soldiers were hit by the rain of arrows and fell to the ground.

But soon, a rain of arrows flew from the Daxia camp, suppressing the local archers.

The situation was firmly on Qin Yun's side.

Perfor clenched his fists tightly and growled like a wild animal: "It seems that this is the only thing we can do!"