This battle lasted until the early morning of the next day, and the world was shattered. The Westerners fought with anger and were very aggressive. The Persian Imperial City mobilized reserve troops several times.
And all this was expected by Qin Yun, and he finally resisted.
Daxia's losses were not small, but for the attackers, the losses were definitely greater. Yale II left tens of thousands of corpses and left in anger.
Before leaving, he personally called the Imperial City and vowed to take revenge and retaliate against Daxia in the most cruel way.
Qin Yun naturally didn't bother to talk to him, but held a meeting in time.
In the castle, there were crowds of people and discussions.
Qin Yun looked at all the senior officials below and the first thing he said was: "Prince Caesar is dead. The Westerners will carry out crazy revenge. The most difficult time of this war has arrived."
"I want all of you to be strict with yourself, not to make any negligence, obey orders, and not to be careless, otherwise I will not give face to anyone who comes!"
His stern eyes swept over everyone, and he was definitely not joking.
"Yes!" Everyone was shocked and shouted collectively.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Yun took a deep breath: "The reinforcements are coming soon. The injured and disabled sergeants on the front line, and the soldiers who have been here for two years, can voluntarily return to the Central Plains to visit relatives."
"Gongsun Zhongmou, you will be responsible for this matter. In addition, tell Prime Minister Gu in the imperial capital and ask him to coordinate the allocation of funds, pensions, and family allowances according to the highest standards."
"The Peacock King of the Western Regions has already reported that the treasures of the ancient kings of the Western Regions have been unearthed, which can be used to subsidize the military."
"Yes!" Gongsun Zhongmou clasped his fists, becoming more mature and not complaining about doing these logistical things.
After Qin Yun finished explaining, he said: "Given the current situation, how to fight the next battle and where to go, dear friends, please feel free to speak now."
"When the anger of the Westerners wears off, they will be humble. Then I will take action!"
"This war cannot last ten or eight years." He frowned and said, not because he was worried about the country's strength, but because he had been separated from the Central Plains for so long.
The letters home from Empress Xiao and others were almost piled up into a mountain. He felt guilty every night and wanted to take them over, but it was unrealistic.
There are still a bunch of princes and princesses in the imperial capital!
"Yes!" Everyone cupped their hands and started to speak one after another.
"Your Majesty, I think we should mobilize our forces to have a showdown with Yale II. This war has been going on for more than two years, and our progress is not fast. We have only taken Persia so far."
"We are going to fight anyway, so why not push forward a little bit! As soon as our reinforcements arrive, we are not afraid of the Westerners at all!"
Someone stood up and shouted: "This is wrong!"
"Master Lu, you have never been to the front line. You don't know how ferocious the Westerners are. A battle involving millions of troops depends too much on luck. We can't bet like this!"
"Yes, I also think there should be more flowers and division of war zones!"
"..."
Suddenly, the castle was in a state of explosion. All suggestions were made, but they were immediately rejected. It was impossible to unify. Qin Yun listened quietly and chose good military strategies.
Although it is a bit noisy, it is worth gratifying. Nowadays, the stars are gathering in Daxia, and hundreds of rivals are vying for success. It is a good situation!
One day passed and the meeting ended. There was no result, and it was impossible to get the result so quickly.
The big guys blushed and spread out with thick necks.
Qin Yun stretched his waist, the bones in his waist crackled, and his whole body was stiff: "Let's go out for a walk. Sitting like this every day, my waist is almost gone."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Ku Lao and others bent down and immediately opened the way.
At this moment, the sky is very dark. The splendid castle records the past glory of the Persians. Everywhere is lit up by night pearls. It can be said that it is extremely luxurious and a bit dreamy.
The ancient West was different from the Central Plains. Their aristocracy and racial system determined two extremes, one superior and the other inferior.
Therefore, the Persian imperial cities were generally grand and half shocking.
"Well? Where is it? It's so lively." Qin Yun suddenly spoke, his eyes flashed through the night, looking straight at the other end of the Persian Imperial City.
It is far less glorious than the old castle, and is even a little dilapidated, but at this moment it is full of people, the sound is soaring to the sky, and countless torches are swaying, as if it is some grand event.
Ku Lao took a look and said: "Your Majesty, that is the Colosseum!"
"This is a traditional project for Westerners, which is to put humans and beasts together in an arena, throw a weapon at them, and let them fight."
"The winner walks out, the loser becomes a corpse, and the onlookers place bets and buy."
"Generally, the people who are thrown in are extremely vicious people or slaves. Someone reported below that the Persians did not cause trouble and rebellion, so no one took care of them."
Hearing this, Qin Yun raised his eyebrows. He had heard of it in his previous life, but he had never seen the real ancient Western Colosseum.
"Let's go and have a look. It's so lively. I've been here for so long and I haven't even seen it yet."
Ku Lao smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, Empress Murong said she won't let you run around at night for fear that you will catch cold or be assassinated."
"It's okay, I'm not afraid of her." Qin Yun waved his hand, full of dominance.
"Uh..." Ku Lao was speechless.
The guards in uniform were embarrassed and had strange expressions on their faces, but they couldn't say much and could only follow.
After a while, Qin Yun, disguised in disguise, walked into the streets of the Persian Imperial City with his royal guards. This was the first time he had wandered out in more than a year.
This place is controlled by the Daxia army, and there are already some Han Chinese shops here, but most of them are occupied by Westerners.
Because of Qin Yun's hard and soft tactics, the Persians, who had lost their highest nobles, settled down and never made trouble. They even felt that Daxia was safer here.
The West City, where ordinary people in Persia gather, has a large population and relatively boring buildings. They are all made of earth, sand and boulders, and are far less gorgeous than the East City.
Colosseum of Kel!
This is the largest Colosseum in Xicheng. It looks like a football stadium in later generations. It is very large and completely open-air. At least tens of thousands of people gathered inside and outside.
There are also Han people here, but they are all businessmen, and the military is strictly prohibited from coming to these places.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Kill it!"
"Bite him to death!" Crazy shouts came from inside, and countless Westerners shouted for it, accompanied by beastly roars.
As soon as he entered the Colosseum, Qin Yun was shocked by the formation!
Good guy, there were countless pieces of meat and rivers of blood in the center of the field. It was almost as cruel as a battlefield. The huge cage was dark and it was hard to see anything, but the roar of unknown beasts was constantly coming out.
There are rows of slaves imprisoned in cages, their hair is disheveled and they are extremely embarrassed. Some are numb, some have fierce eyes, and their bodies are covered with scars.
And those Westerners who placed bets laughed heartily, watching the cruel battle between man and beast, as if they were very entertained.
"Come, come, come, buy it and leave!"
"The slave going into battle this time is the former aristocratic warrior Andre, with a record of seven wins and zero losses. He will fight an adult tiger!" Someone shouted, dragging a huge iron box, which was filled with bets placed by tens of thousands of people.