Chapter 143 You want to swallow me? Coincidentally, I am too
"The great Roman Empire was to conquer the world."
It's unknown when it began, but the continent has seen many miracles, and servants chosen by the gods. The gods grant them divine powers, allowing them to control water, fire, plants, and trees.
"This must be the power God has given me to rule the world." said the nobles in the Senate.
In just a few years, a new class emerged, replacing the high-ranking aristocracy and becoming the arrogant superiors.
It is no longer a specious oracle, but a miracle that is clearly visible to everyone.
From the talking black cat to the divine fire that can be summoned at will, everyone firmly believes that this is a gift from God and also God's will.
God gave them the power to rule the world.
They will be the kings of the world.
From nobles to commoners, everyone was enveloped in ecstasy, and the occasional moments of clarity were drowned by the huge wave.
"Great Archon, in the far east, where beautiful silk grows on trees, where gold and jewels abound, where the people are gentle and kind and dislike war..." The nobleman standing in the palace recounted this in a gorgeous aria, his face slightly contorted with overexcitement. "Ah, that is a precious land bestowed upon us by the gods!"
Thousands of miles away was the land God had given them...
Ridiculous? Ridiculous.
Is it credible? No.
Will the nobles agree? Yes.
After all, going to war does not require morality, as long as there is sufficient benefit.
The benefits of conquering the East are enough to drive all the nobles crazy. Even if a few people still remain sober, the same thing applies: the benefits are too great, so great that no one can stop it, and no one is able to stop it.
There's a saying: "If there's 100% profit, capitalists will take risks; if there's 200% profit, they'll flout the law; if there's 300% profit, they'll trample on everything in the world."
A thousand years ago, it was true; a thousand years ago, it was also true. Robbery has always been their unchanging nature.
The consul, who was holding high his head, picked up the wine glass beside him and laughed. He shouted loudly:
"Duke Harvey has received a gift from God. He will lead the conquest of the East this time. Let us cheer for the coming victory together!"
"General Harvey!"
“Victory belongs to God’s people!”
"Gold! Jewels! Silk!"
“…”
They party, they are excited.
They mobilized their troops and prepared for the expedition.
"A full 20,000 men were mobilized this time. No matter how great a nation is, it cannot withstand such a powerful army."
"Of course! We are a noble race blessed by the gods. Even those damned Carthaginians fell under the hooves of the knights."
"I swear, Your Excellency the Great Duke, my family has been in the military for generations, from my grandfather's grandfather to even earlier times, and I have never heard of a country having so many troops."
It was the usual aristocratic exaggerated tone, with years of arrogance and hypocrisy, echoing over and over again in every jewel-filled house.
There were many civilians joining the expeditionary force this time, and of course, more were slaves, who were still tools belonging to their masters even if they received the "gift from God".
Even the most ordinary civilians would have their own slaves.
As for women? In Roman law, they were superior to slaves. Slaves were not considered human beings, but half-human beings, incomplete human beings.
How could such a thing that is sure to win and bring honor befall something that is not human?
Preparations for the expedition were in full swing.
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On the vast blue ocean, an unprecedentedly large fleet is sailing, like a giant dragon shuttling through the waves.
Every ship in the fleet can be called a giant on the sea. The ship's hull is more than 44 meters long and 18 meters wide. It is majestic and spectacular, like a moving castle.
The ship had several decks, each lined with neatly arranged spiritual cannons and Qin crossbows, ready for use in emergencies. Black flags fluttered from the towering masts, like soaring black birds, fully displaying the majesty and glory of the Qin Empire.
Around the fleet, there were streams of light rising and falling from time to time. They were the monks patrolling and guarding in the air.
On the deck of the main ship, a middle-aged man in black armor stood tall. The noisy wind from the sea blew, blowing the sails high, but it couldn't even blow the cloak behind him.
This person was none other than Wang Ben, the commander-in-chief of the Qin maritime expeditionary force.
This fleet was the Zhenxi Army, the naval force sent by Emperor Qin Shi Huang to conquer the West.
Wang Ben held the compass in his hand and looked out at the calm and surging sea ahead. "What's the sea situation ahead?"
A streak of light fell on the deck, and a scout in a black robe quickly approached, saluted, and said, "General, the sea ahead is calm and the wind is favorable. We can use the wind to speed up our progress."
Wang Ben nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. "Very good, pass the order down, all crew members, prepare, adjust the sails, and speed up!"
His voice penetrated the sea breeze and fell into the ears of every crew member.
As the military order was given, all the ships in the fleet adjusted their sails, the sails swelled, the sea breeze whistled, and the fleet accelerated forward like an arrow.
Wang Ben took off and circled the fleet, checking that everything was in place before returning to the main ship. As soon as he settled, he heard a familiar voice: "At our current speed, we'll reach our destination within ten days."
He turned around and bowed respectfully before he could even see the person's face clearly, "Master."
She is wearing a pink and white long skirt and holding a green willow shawl, like the pink peach blossoms and green willows blooming on the cold and solemn deck, bringing with her a sense of freshness and nature. Seeing her, it is as if you see the vitality of spring returning to the earth.
"No need to be so polite," she replied.
Wang Ben stood up, unable to find a topic to talk about, so he said something for fun: "I heard there is a powerful civilization on the other side of the sea. How does it compare to the Qin Dynasty?"
Wei Shengxue looked up at him and chuckled, "The Qin Empire has sent countless people to the Western Regions over the years. The intelligence they've obtained is piled up high enough to be as tall as a person. How could you not know that?"
He waved his hand, interrupting what he was about to say, "Alright, alright, I've already sent a message to Fellow Daoist Ying Zheng, so don't worry about it."
Wang Ben wanted to say something but stopped himself. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the rest of his words.
——What are you talking about! The Immortal Master suddenly disappeared, and the Xianyang Palace was almost overturned by His Majesty!
He raised his hand and touched his chest: Fortunately, he has already gone to the battle, so let Dad bear the emperor's wrath for him. Anyway, he is still strong and can give Dad two slaps.
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On the towering platform, the consuls and the elders were standing in a fan shape. Their gorgeous robes studded with gems sparkled in the sun, reflecting the dazzling light, making everyone on the platform look otherworldly.
“Warriors!”
The Archon's steady voice spread throughout the venue through the loudspeaker. Oh, yes, this was also a product of the blessing of the gods.
"Today is a day that will be recorded in history! And you, the warriors of Rome! You will be sung by the poets and become the stories that every child will dream of before they go to sleep, passed down from generation to generation!"
The choirs on both sides of the platform opened their mouths, and clear and loud children's voices came out from them:
"Today's glory will be recorded in the annals of history! Oh, brave men of Rome!
Oh, gentlemen, this glorious day,
It will surely shine brightly in the long river of history!
You, immortal warriors of Rome,
Your legend will bloom from the lips of the bard,
Like bright stars, they illuminate the vast night sky.
On the edge of a child's gentle dream,
Your heroic deeds will turn into gentle whispers,
Passing through the corridors of time, passed down from generation to generation,
Become an eternal melody, engraved on the monument of time.
Fearless warriors, put on your glorious armor and set off!
Carrying our full hopes and wishes,
Cross thousands of mountains and rivers and challenge the waves of fate.
We, on this ancient and sacred land,
Looking forward to it, my heart is tense,
Waiting for the triumphal horn to resound through the sky.
May your sword be invincible,
May your courage burn like the sun,
Until the dawn of victory illuminates every step of the way home.
Because you are not only warriors, but also legends.
In the long scroll of history, draw the most brilliant stroke! "
The neatly arranged army responded to the choir's singing, raised their weapons and roared, their morale high and their eyes shining, as if the countless treasures in the distant East were already before their eyes.
The atmosphere was building, and just when morale reached its peak and the consul was about to announce the departure, a strange language came from afar, with a condescending contempt and indifference.
"It's quite lively. This general will add more fuel to the fire."
boom--!
You don't have to travel far, the treasures from the East are delivered to your door.
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