Tang Dynasty: Father, if you don't rebel, I will!

What kind of war was this exactly?

When Yazd II, the Sasanian Persian king, and a host of Sasanian nobles and princes received this terrible war report, they were in Ctesiphon, the capital of Sasanian Persia.

The Second Prince of Yisi's body went limp, and he almost fainted on the spot.

"How...how could it be so fast?!"

"That's Ekbatana! That's Ekbatana!"

All the ministers felt that the battle report in their hands was utterly absurd!

The Minister of War, Zolidam, was trembling as he held the battle report. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the general who had been released by the Tang army.

"How on earth did you manage to defend it! That's Ekbatana! The Turks have been fighting us for over a hundred years, and every time they tried to take Ekbatana, they had to lose at least 100,000 lives!"

"What are you doing?! Those Eastern bandits only numbered less than 20,000, and you..."

As Zolidam became more and more agitated, he lost his breath and collapsed to the ground.

This caused his colleagues around him to gasp in surprise.

Ekbatana, a magnificent city situated at the foot of the Alvand Mountains, on a major transportation route.

During the Parthian Empire and ancient Persia, it was a famous military stronghold. Every kingdom that succeeded it invested more resources in building fortifications there.

During the Sassanid Persian dynasty, Ecbatana was an extremely formidable pass, especially in order to defend against the constant westward raids of the Turks!

Unless the Tang people could fly into the city like an eagle soaring over the Alvand Mountains, no one could have imagined that the Tang Dynasty could conquer a city defended by more than 70,000 people.

Ecbatana also has the advantage of terrain.

After being urgently treated by the court physicians, the second Prince of Yisi gradually regained consciousness, but his eyes were bloodshot.

"Tell me! What happened?!"

"Aibag Mihran! You'd better tell the truth, or you'll tarnish the honor of your Mihran family once again!"

The general known as Aibag trembled. Bound and kneeling on the ground, fear filled his eyes.

"The people of the East possess a demonic artifact bestowed by a dragon! We heard the dragon's roar, and then... the city trembled, and the city gates were blown to pieces..."

His voice trembled, but the words he uttered made everyone present widen their eyes.

The Minister of War, Zoridam, who had barely regained consciousness after being pinched on the philtrum, turned ashen with rage.

"Damn it! You still won't tell the truth! Do I have to torture you before you'll give up your ridiculous struggle?!"

"With the loss of Ekbatana, you and your Mihran family are traitors to our dynasty!"

“I did not lie! Your Majesty, I swear! I swear on the honor of the Mihran family! I know I am a sinner, but please believe me, I truly did not lie!”

"Those Easterners are all devils! They are devils under the command of the Eastern Evil Dragon!"

"Our swords couldn't penetrate their armor, and three of our soldiers were no match for one of them..."

Aibag fought in terror, seemingly recalling that nightmarish memory.

He spoke rapidly, albeit tremblingly.

It makes one almost feel the anxiety and fear of facing a massive army's attack and devastation.

"Your Majesty, those people are truly demons. Their weapons are imbued with evil witchcraft, and the arrows they shoot can unleash demonic power. Even our soldiers, wearing armor and hiding behind shields, cannot harm them."

"They will all be mercilessly torn to pieces..."

As if recalling some extremely terrifying scene, Aibag suddenly turned pale.

In front of everyone, he suddenly vomited on the ground.

Everyone: "......"

Even the Second Prince of Yi was left speechless by the information in his words.

The evil dragon artifact that could make their mighty pass of Ekbatant tremble.

A terrifying suit of armor that is impervious to blades and bullets.

What other bows and arrows can unleash witchcraft...?

He gritted his teeth, his hand trembling as he clutched the battle report: "Bastard, do you even know what you're saying?!"

"Do you think your enemy is those stupid Arabs who spend all day spouting all sorts of false gods?!"

His face turned ashen, and he waved his hand.

"Take him away and give him a good wake-up call!"

"The sinner who lost Ecbatana..."

Before he could finish speaking, a palace guard suddenly rushed in amidst a flurry of footsteps.

"Your Majesty, that Tang Dynasty envoy has returned and is currently outside the palace..."

Upon hearing that the Tang people had arrived again, the Sassanid Persian princes and ministers present instantly glared and spit fire.

"Let him in!" Lord Izwarak II roared angrily.

however.

When Pei Sixue arrived at the palace gate, he was stopped by several guards.

"Stop! You can't bring this in!"

The guard drew his scimitar, his eyes warily fixed on Pei Sixue, who was carrying a finely crafted hand crossbow.

Hearing the commotion, Aibag, who was about to be dragged away, turned around and looked at the crossbow in Pei Sixue's hand. His gaze instantly turned as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Suddenly, he screamed in terror.

"Your Majesty, be careful! Sorcery! That weapon is imbued with demonic sorcery!"

I heard that absurd thing called "witchcraft" again.

Everyone's pupils contracted, and their eyes stared warily at the "Thunder Crossbow" in Pei Sixue's hand.

Pei Sixue casually held the crossbow.

The contempt that extended even to the throne of Izmir II was not spared emanated from him.

"Oh? It seems this general has told you everything... However, Your Majesty, you probably don't believe his words, do you?"

Pei Sixue wore a sly smile.

He glanced at Aibag indifferently, which made the latter's face turn even paler, and he quickly looked away.

Suddenly.

Amidst the tense and wary gazes of everyone, Pei Sixue suddenly pointed the loaded crossbow at a fountain outside the palace.

"call out!"

"Boom!!!"

A brief, sharp whistle pierced the guards, leaving them no time to stop him.

A violent explosion, along with splattered fountain debris and dust, spread outwards from the palace.

"what!!!"

A sharp female scream rang out; it was the royal women who had been hiding in a side hall of the palace, listening to the commotion inside. They had been so frightened by what they had just witnessed that they had lost their composure and screamed.

"Damn it! Hold him down!" The palace guard commander's face was ashen, and his shrill voice made him sound like a terrified shrew.

however.

Faced with Pei Sixue's crossbow, which had clearly already fired all its shots, not a single guard present dared to step forward and arrest him.

Everyone's eyes held a fear and apprehension of the unknown.

Izul II staggered down from his throne.

Along with the surrounding princes and ministers, they all headed out of the palace.

Looking at the mess, the fountains flooded with water, and the shattered stones, Lord Izrael pursed his lips.

The hand holding the scepter trembled incessantly from gripping it too tightly.

He turned his head stiffly, staring blankly at the crossbow in Pei Sixue's hand.

The latter showed no fear whatsoever, and with a half-smile, handed the Thunder God Crossbow, which had already been fired, to the other party.

"In the name of the Supreme Emperor of the Great Tang Dynasty, the Grand Marshal of the Western Expedition, I have come today to present a gift to Your Majesty... and also to inquire about another matter."

however.

Looking at the crossbow he handed over.

Whether it was Izrael II or the Minister of War, they all instinctively took a step back.

Pei Sixue gave a cold laugh: "It seems His Majesty the King doesn't like this gift. In that case... I'll go back and exchange it for one that's more powerful..."

With that, he turned and headed straight for the palace gates.

"and many more!"

When the Second Prince of Izanagi uttered these words, his voice trembled.

He was both shocked and furious, but dared not speak out.

Seeing Pei Sixue's ambiguous smile and obvious ill intentions, she gritted her teeth and gestured for him to enter.

"What does the Tang envoy have to say? Why don't we go inside the palace to discuss it?"

Pei Sixue smiled faintly, waved his long sleeves, and walked directly in front of the Second Marquis of Yisi with his head held high.

Looking at the trembling Marquis II, who had returned to the throne, Pei Sixue took out a document that he had prepared long ago from his bosom.

They went straight to the point.

"Your country's key military stronghold in the east has been easily captured by our Great Tang. There are no longer any city defenses in the east of Taixifeng that can withstand our Great Tang's heavenly army. However, our Great Tang is not one to bully the weak. Today's actions are simply to seek some justice..."

Marquis Isi II: "..."

The Sasanian Persian princes and ministers: "..."

Hypocritical Orientals!

Not only were those damned Turks brutal, but their shamelessness was also utterly despicable!

Pei Sixue: "Do any of you have any objections to what I have said?"

Hearing the translator's words, King Izrael II gritted his teeth and gently shook his head: "No..."

Pei Sixue nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well, now that we have reached a consensus on the cause of this war, then my Great Tang Dynasty will discuss the next steps with your country."

"Your Majesty, do you wish to continue fighting with my Great Tang, or would you like to bring the war to a halt?"

"Do you want war or peace?"

Pei Sixue weighed the rolled-up document in his hand.

The smile on his face was like that of a jackal or tiger seeing a helpless lamb.

"Our Emperor Emeritus will be returning to the capital of our Great Tang Dynasty in two months. He will surely want to bring back a gift for his most beloved grandson... I've heard that your princess is exceptionally beautiful..."