Although what Daqin should do now is to develop steadily, no one advised Zulong that we should not expand like this rapidly now, but should seek victory steadily.

When Zulong became serious, no one could change his will.

Unless the owner of the Taiyin Academy came to persuade him personally, he had never persuaded the First Emperor since he came to Xianyang.

As mentioned, Daqin is an empire that exists because of one person's will. As long as this person's will remains undispersed, it is like a black dragon wandering in endless torrents, invincible.

The journey to start the other two worlds is imminent, just waiting for the war in Rome in the distance to end.

Even Ying Zheng has to devote more effort to his own world than other worlds.

This is the place where the heavenly court is established in his heart in the future, so how can he be kept at will?

In this world, there is only one country that is allowed to exist, that is, Daqin.

Under Wang Jian's attack, the Romans on the Mediterranean coast were even more capable of parrying. If Wang Jian had not taken the initiative to slow down and gave the logistics personnel time to deal with prisoners of war, the war would have ended now.

The Roman consul was already crazy. When he fell asleep, he would dream of soldiers wearing black armor chasing him, just like a devil crawling out of hell, waking him out of his sleep.

Above the earth were a messy camp and unkempt soldiers. The Roman consul looked at everything in front of him, his eyes full of despair.

He could not think of how to defeat such an army. They were like devils of hell, speaking languages ​​that they could not understand, and only had attack, attack, and attack again.

Perhaps only surrender, the consul thought bitterly in his heart.

Is Rome going to surrender like this?

But...what can happen if you don't surrender? You can't fight, and you can't communicate and speak. Do you want them all to die in such a war?

There is no trace of hope of winning at all.

The Romans quickly began to retreat. The black devils' daily attack was like machines. After only a certain distance, they stopped attacking. What the Romans could do was to withdraw from their attack distance before they arrived.

The next stop is the capital of Rome.

Under the twilight, the consul finally returned here, and the glory of all this made the consul feel no glory at this moment.

The consul just looked at the city wall, and he silently told himself in his heart that this place... will fall tomorrow.

Although there was a strong city here, although there were the last and most elite soldiers of Rome, and although they had shared the same hatred of the enemy, he still did not think that he could defend it.

Their enemies are a group of tireless, dead-dead demons who tear down all defenses, just like cutting a sackcloth with sharp blades.

"Chris, let's surrender!"

The man known as Chris was stunned for a moment. He turned his head and saw the lost eyes of the Roman consul, and looked back at the soldiers as if they were dead.

Chris couldn't even say the word "no" at this time because he knew that the group of demons would not kill prisoners of war or slaughter civilians. As long as they surrender or disband the army, they would be able to survive.

"Then...how do we make them believe it?"
Chapter completed!