This sound was so powerful that all the soldiers present, including the monks, stood up one after another.
"Your Highness!" Bai Hua ran over immediately: "We have more than enough to fight out now, and each of us has carried ten days' worth of water!"
"The rations are enough!" Lin Manzi patted the bulging baggage on his waist: "These desperate guys not only gave their lives here, but also sent us enough food!"
Zhao Rui nodded, holding the King Yu Sword tightly in his hand.
"Okay, then let's fight out!"
After giving the order, everyone stood up, checked the equipment, pushed aside the corpse next to them, and rushed out in one fell swoop.
Harandin, who was standing around, was stunned. He didn't expect Zhao Rui to dare to retreat.
In desperation, he immediately ordered the army to press forward.
But when both sides reached this point, all his soldiers had lost the fighting spirit they had at the beginning.
Everyone looked terrified and didn't dare to lean too far forward.
In a state of severe dehydration and insufficient food, the group could only rely on less than a hundred people to fight them so that they did not dare to move forward.
Now that he is well fed and drunk, the fighting power he unleashes is even more terrifying.
The most important thing is that the leaders have the fighting power of gods.
Harlandin was helpless. At this time, he did not dare to pursue him.
Zhao Rui and his party quickly broke out of the encirclement and headed towards the Persian territory.
The closest cities to them now are several cities in the Persian Empire, one of which had already been captured when they left. There are thousands of merchant troops stationed there, so it will be safe once they arrive.
Just when they were about to approach the city, an army suddenly appeared not far away, and Zhao Rui immediately became vigilant.
Just as he was about to order the formation, he suddenly saw that the opponent was wearing the armor of the merchant army.
Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They had already been exhausted after charging all the way here. If they continued to fight, they would probably die from exhaustion.
"Your Highness! You are finally back."
The leader was a lieutenant general of the military governor. As soon as he arrived, he jumped off his horse and knelt down in front of Zhao Rui.
"Qi State Bus will take you directly to the Royal City of Persia if we find you nearby."
Zhao Rui frowned slightly: "What? The royal city of Persia has been captured by you."
The lieutenant general nodded quickly: "It was captured by the Duke of Yan two days ago. The King of Persia and all the princes and ministers were arrested, and they are waiting for His Highness to come back and deal with them."
Zhao Rui was somewhat surprised. He had seen the map of Persia. It had a vast territory and many cities. It would take at least two or three months to attack the royal capital.
In less than a month, the whole of Persia was included in the bag.
"Lead the way!"
The lieutenant general did not dare to show any slightness and immediately took Zhao Rui to the nearest city.
In the royal city of Persia, there was already a different scene.
Dashang's patrols were constantly roaming around the city, but the local residents did not panic at all, but looked cheerful.
The streets and alleys were very lively, as if they were celebrating some special grand festival.
Many merchants and civilians would even block the patrol's path and bring out home-cooked meals or fine wine.
It seems that in their eyes, the Dashan army is not invaders, but gods who come to save them.