Your Majesty, do not attack Rome yet, or the Qin Dynasty will perish!

"Your Majesty."

Xun Yu and the others felt a chill run down their spines, and all of them showed expressions of worry.

The Western Lord Ying Xuan only had 200,000 Qin troops under his command, and sending out 175,000 was tantamount to mobilizing the entire army.

"Courage in battle depends on one's initial burst of energy; a second burst weakens it, and a third burst exhausts it."

"Our army has just won a victory, carrying the might of conquering a nation. We have mobilized our entire army to pacify the four directions and bring peace to the land."

"Only then will there be an opportunity to turn back the Central Plains and unify the world."

With eyes like a hawk, Ying Xuan's words were filled with an undeniable firmness.

Although Central Asia and West Asia are vast and have a population of over ten million, they are no less than those of the Central Plains.

But this is not their hometown, there is no China here, and these people are like rootless duckweed.

How could the Qin Dynasty, having built upon the legacy of six generations of ancestors, allow Hu Hai, Zhao Gao, and others to squander it?

"only!"

Everyone immediately understood what he meant.

"Zhang Juzheng and Xun Yu."

"Your Majesty."

The two of them stood up at the same time.

"The Western lands are vastly different from the Central Plains, emphasizing military force and devaluing etiquette and law."

"The accents differ every ten miles, the customs differ every hundred miles, and there are many different ethnic groups."

"You need to come up with a concrete strategy on how to govern this."

"Cen Wenben, Di Renjie, Xu Shu, Zhang Dun, and others assisted in the administration."

"I hope to pacify the western territories before I become emperor."

Ying Xuan said coldly.

"only!"

Zhang Juzheng and Xun Yu exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with the weight of responsibility on their shoulders.

"If you have nothing else to say, you may leave."

Immediately, Ying Xuan waved his hand, issuing an order to leave.

"only!"

The civil and military officials present left one by one, leaving only Ying Xuan and Hei Bingtai standing facing each other in the main hall.

"Are you a member of the Ying Qin clan?"

Ying Xuan turned his gaze to the seemingly weathered young man in front of him, who was actually only in his early twenties.

"Jiang, a descendant of Duke Mu and a member of the Zhao clan of the Ying surname, pays his respects to Your Majesty."

Black Ice Platform bowed respectfully, indicating his identity.

"Zhao Jiang".

Ying Xuan muttered to himself twice, then said in a deep voice, "You and I are blood relatives of the same clan."

"There are some things I won't hide."

"How is the situation in the Protectorate of the Western Regions?"

"Your Majesty."

Zhao Jiang shook his head and said bitterly, "The Xiongnu have risen to power, and the Yuezhi and Wusun are too busy to take care of themselves."

"The Hexi Corridor was in chaos, and the caravans traveling between the Western Regions and Longxi were no longer as prosperous as before."

"Kangju has risen again, and the Great Xia has frequently launched military campaigns, putting great pressure on the Protectorate of the Western Regions."

"The lady ordered the Yu family to work day and night to forge weapons and armor, and to expand their army in preparation for war."

"The Mengxi and Bai tribes have already dispatched their young and strong members to Dayuan and Shule to resist foreign enemies."

Geek!

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly turned tense and oppressive.

The wife of west Jun Ying Fei came from the Yu family, a prominent family of metallurgists in Jiangdong.

The eldest daughter of the family head: Yu Miaoyi, is stunningly beautiful and possesses both talent and skill.

For this reason, the entire Yu family pledged allegiance to him, and the head of the family, Yu Ziqi, became the Protector-General of the Western Regions.

The Meng, Xi, and Bai clans were members of the old Qin clan, and the entire clan followed Ying Xuan on his western expedition.

With their full support, the Western Regions Protectorate flourished within a few years, continuously supplying the Qin army with weapons, armor, and provisions.

Without them, how could there be Ying Xuan today, and how could he have destroyed the Seleucid Dynasty in five years?

"Kangju and Daxia, you're asking for it!"

"Someone, summon Lu Bing."

Ying Xuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his tone was as cold as ice from the deepest hell.

"only!"

In an inconspicuous corner of the hall, a servant responded and left.

"Since you are a member of the Qin royal family, you shall stay by my side as a personal guard."

"only!"

Zhao Jiang's expression brightened slightly, and he accepted the task.

...............

After a while.

"Tap tap..."

A series of heavy, hurried footsteps echoed from outside the hall.

A cold figure dressed in a flying fish robe, covered with a bright red python coat, wearing a black gauze hat and with an embroidered spring knife at his waist, hurriedly entered the hall.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

As soon as Lu Bingyi, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, entered the hall, he immediately knelt on one knee and respectfully bowed.

"rustle!"

Ying Xuan held a silk cloth in his left hand and carefully wiped the bronze sword in his right hand.

The broad blade is engraved with two ancient Qin seal characters: "镇秦" (Zhen Qin).

This is the most precious treasure of the Qin clan: the Sword of Duke Mu of Qin.

In the past, Shang Yang used this sword to lay the foundation for the Qin state's reforms.

Before the western expedition, Emperor Qin Shi Huang, to show his high regard for him, personally ordered someone to bring out the sword of Duke Mu of Qin and bestow it upon him.

"Are you aware of the affairs in the Western Regions?"

"Your Majesty, I understand."

Lu Bing lowered his head and answered.

"Since you know this, why don't you do anything about it?"

"Do you think I keep you Imperial Guards around just to eat and do nothing?"

With a slight frown, Ying Xuan looked up at Lu Bing, his sharp, hawk-like gaze seemingly able to see through people's hearts.

"Your Majesty."

Lu Bing's mind went blank, and he dared not utter a single word.

"snort!"

Ying Xuan snorted coldly, and the Mu Gong Zhen Qin Sword in his hand instantly went into its sheath. He said sharply, "The Central Plains and Babylon are separated by thousands of miles."

"I can forgive you for not being able to send news from Qin in a timely manner."

"But what about the Western Regions? This time it's the Western Regions, where will it be next?"

"Am I to be left sitting in this great hall, reduced to a prisoner of the Xiongnu, the Xia, or Parthia?"

*Thud!*

Lu Bing knelt down with a thud, trembling all over, and kowtowed, begging for forgiveness: "This was my dereliction of duty, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"I summoned you here not to hear you confess your sins."

"With the Seleucid Empire newly established, the people's hearts are unsettled, and other nations are eyeing it covetously."

"There are countless enemy spies in Babylon."

"I'm giving you only one day. I'd rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."

"If this news leaks out, you're out, or you'll have to answer to me with your head."

Ying Xuan said expressionlessly, his voice filled with a cold indifference to life.

"only!"

Lu Bing's figure disappeared outside the hall.

Followed by.

Large numbers of Imperial Guards were dispatched from the Northern Garrison and appeared on the streets and alleys.

Each of them wore a red silk robe, covered with a black-collared blue silk garment, with square-necked collars, turbans, and embroidered spring knives in their hands.

During this time, the leaders were all military officers dressed in flying fish robes and wearing gold-lacquered hats.

Babylon was a city built by the Qin army after they occupied the Mesopotamian plain; the original site had long been completely demolished.

Everything here was built in the Qin style, and the area was inhabited by nobles and wealthy families who moved in from cities such as Persia, with a population of nearly one million.

The deployment of the Imperial Guards stirred up the once peaceful Babylon, and the entire city seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud.

"It's better to kill a disobedient dog."

In the royal palace, Ying Xuan stood on a high platform, gazing at the entire city with an unprecedentedly cold expression.

Bactria, like the Greeks and Macedonians, was a state established by the Greeks and Macedonians, and was closely related to the Seleucid, Ptolemaic, and Antigonid dynasties.

To be precise, they were all inheritors of the legacy of Alexander's Empire (Macedonian Empire).

While the Qin army was fighting the Seleucids, the Xia, Parthian, and Kangju cut off the connection between the Western Regions and Persia. There must have been some kind of connection between them.

It seems that unless this city is thoroughly cleansed, these people won't know who the real masters of this land are.