Chapter 88: Nation Destroyed

In the common perception, Rome’s dominance over the Mediterranean and its vast empire spanning three continents relied chiefly on its powerful heavy infantry and strict discipline, but in reality, the Romans also possessed something highly advanced: a variety of ingenious military machines.

The empire’s commonly used machines were divided into heavy and light types; the heavy ones included ballistae, trebuchets, battering rams, and mobile siege towers, while the light ones comprised mobile light ballistae and crossbows.

These early

As the boat drew nearer, after a frenzy of shouting and exchange, Shen Chongming’s face finally broke into a smile—this vessel was precisely the official boat carrying Gao Gong to the capital.

Days later, the Indians learned with bitterness that a thing had been placed above their border with Huaxia.

In the endless void, the red wooden boat hung suspended in midair. The thin membrane surrounding it had vanished; visible streams of spatial turbulence converged toward the boat. Strangely, these spatial currents had no effect on the boat—they simply flowed directly into it.

Yet faced with such a martial master, Shen Chongming had absolutely no way to respond—he couldn’t defeat her in combat, and if he resorted to dirty tricks in her home, her father would kill him; what should he do?

The entire hall fell silent; the Emperor and the Crown Prince were also stunned—how was he going to mount the horse? A combatant who needed help just to get on horseback had already lost the first advantage; how could he possibly compete afterward? Would he suddenly fall off?

The two mounted the motorcycle; Mojing kicked the pedal, the motorcycle sputtered twice but failed to start. Mojing wasn’t discouraged and kicked again. Just as Guo Yi decided to get off and wait a while, the motorcycle finally ignited with a roar, belching black smoke as it sped away in a dazzling fashion.

“You’re so naughty,” Li Hanmei said, leaning against Lu Lin’s chest, though her face bore a happy expression.

“Wife, I’m wrong, isn’t that enough? Your mother would be heartbroken if she heard—come, get up and eat; the baby is already hungry and cursing.” Leng Huating gently pulled her back into his arms, clumsily wiping the tears from Jinniang’s face as he soothed her softly.

Perhaps because Luo Xiang’s move was too bloody, the morale of the Wuma soldiers kept sinking, while the He Tao army’s fighting spirit soared, turning the battle into a one-sided rout.

Yet the clamor of battle was intense, clearly indicating a stalemate—showing the campaign had slipped beyond the Grand Marshal’s control. The generals had noticed this and decisively led their troops down the mountain to launch a preemptive pincer attack against the Ming army; though this might prevent a complete victory, it was still a hundred times better than defeat.

Then Yu Dayong and Zheng Wushuang went to inspect the preparations for the new project at the Southern Courtyard. The gate was locked; the courtyard was empty. Yu Dayong asked: Who locked the gate? What progress has been made?

Only Qiqi would bring up something like this—she had barely managed to forget Ye Feng because of work, and now that it was mentioned, she remembered again.

Ye Qiuer examined the Emperor’s injuries: his leg and chest wounds were severe, while the rest were minor. The leg wound was manageable, but if the chest wound didn’t stop bleeding soon, he would die from blood loss. Thinking this, Ye Qiuer hastily tore strips from her clothing to bandage the Emperor.

Lu Mengxiao nearly spat out a mouthful of blood—something he had spent countless efforts to uncover was now known so effortlessly?

The famous label: black long straight hair, white hairband, black stockings, high intelligence, and an eccentric personality.

At this moment, the onlookers, seeing the expressions of Bai Lun and Hu Yamen, then the radiant Le Tian, immediately felt a sense of dislocation—as if Le Tian, not Bai Lun or Hu Yamen, were the one who had smashed the shop, and Bai Lun and Hu Yamen’s expressions were those of the shop owners.

The Jingming Sect, after all, was a millennia-old great sect, its accumulated faith power having reached a terrifying, incalculable level—even Xue Lan, representing the highest combat power in the world, could not shake it in the slightest.