The camel cavalrymen waved their sabers, faithfully executing Radu Zhimeizhi's orders. A two-meter-wide gap opened in the middle of the formation, ensuring they would not be targeted by the cannon.
This infuriated Motorola.
Damn it, so they think they're the only ones who can play this game!
Come out, all of you, and see how this Tsar of mine crushes these trash!
After calling out Cleopatra and her two subordinates from the tank, he waved his hand, and the tank disappeared.
With another wave, the tank reappeared before everyone.
Having already loaded the shells, Motorola scrambled into the tank and pressed the firing button.
Boom~~
A shell instantly shot out of the barrel. High-pressure gas formed a blast wave several meters in diameter at the muzzle, kicking up the yellow earth in front of the tank and completely obscuring vision.
Radu Zhimeizhi, who was about to congratulate himself on his correct decision, was stunned by the cannon fire.
The cavalry unit descended into chaos once more.
This time, Motorola had learned his lesson. He barely gave them a chance to regroup before reloading and firing again.
Boom~~ Boom~~ Boom~~~
Motorola unleashed all his might, pouring shells into the cavalry one after another.
After firing over a dozen shells, he climbed out of the tank and surveyed the Byzantine cavalry. The scene was a complete mess.
Camels were scattering in all directions. No matter how loudly Radu Zhimeizhi shouted, the riders paid him no mind.
Seeing this, Motorola stood atop the tank turret and rallied the slave legion.
Artubas, all troops, advance!
Roger that. All units, attack!
At the forefront of the slave legion, a man who resembled a muscular demon ripped a nearly two-meter-long, foot-wide greatsword from the yellow earth beside him. He raised it high and shouted to the slaves behind him.
As soon as he spoke, he charged forward, greatsword in hand.
Behind him, the fifty-thousand-strong slave army followed.
Oh, my dear Emperor, come have some milk~~
Cleopatra, her face full of adoration, climbed onto the tank and pulled a packet of Mengniu milk from her chest.
She bit open a corner and brought it to Motorola's mouth.
Mmm, you're so thoughtful! Hahaha!
Motorola pinched Cleopatra's cheek, then took the milk and leaned against the cannon barrel.
Back in his previous life, he'd seen soldiers do this in movies; it looked incredibly cool.
Oh~~ F***~ F***!
But in the next moment, the great Tsar Motorola leaped up with a scream.
As he jumped, the smell of roasted meat filled the air, quite appetizing.
Oh! My Emperor, your rear~~
Cleopatra was startled. When she saw what had happened to Motorola, she quickly supported him and carefully helped him tear away the fabric stuck to his flesh.
Deep within Motorola's mind, a brilliant light flashed, and an extremely ethereal voice emanated from within.
As expected, my judgment of people has never been wrong. The Emperor of Fools!
This is so frustrating. With this kind of intelligence, are humans truly beyond saving?
Motorola was furious. At a time like this, that blasted system dared to mock him.
Save my ass! My backside is cooked~~~
System: Tsk, tsk, tsk. I have the complete set of Hunghu Mopu seasonings collected. Want some?
Not for ninety-nine eighty, not for ninety-eight, just call me grandpa and it's yours!
You! You! You! If you keep this up, I'll die for you to see!
Motorola swore that if he knew which programmer wrote this wretched system, he would take that fighter jet and perish with them!
Well, although he couldn't do other operations, he believed he had the ability to fly a plane.
After all, he had written programs for the flight simulator back in the day.
Although, it was just the program for emergency ejection~~~~
Seeing that the system finally shut up and stopped bothering him, Motorola's mood improved slightly.
Yes, it was like a walnut-sized stone had been removed from a large mountain.
Cleopatra helped him down from the tank. As she was about to have him sit on the golden chair, she felt something was amiss.
She pulled over three beautiful maids and had them lie down on the ground in a row.
Oh~ My Emperor, please lie down for a bit, I'll tend to your wound.
Motorola was pleased with her arrangement and promptly lay down on the six towering peaks.
They were soft and didn't poke him at all. Lying on them, his backside didn't seem to hurt as much.
Of course, this was before Cleopatra started working, otherwise, it wouldn't feel so comfortable.
Cleopatra carefully tore away the melted fabric stuck to his backside, even pulling off some of his flesh.
Oh~~~!
The pain from this alone made Motorola's eyes widen, and his whole body trembled violently.
The three maids were trying hard to restrain themselves, fearing that they might accidentally groan and enrage the great Tsar.
One, two, three, four pieces, buried in the sand, unseen.
By the time Motorola's wound was treated, he was almost drained from the pain.
Oh~ My Emperor, where is your medicine?
Looking at his bloody backside, Cleopatra leaned into his ear and asked for the wound medicine.
Motorola waved his hand casually, and a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from '82 fell to the ground.
Cleopatra skillfully opened the bottle, stuffed the safety stopper into Motorola's mouth, and then pulled another packet of milk from her chest.
Oh~ My Emperor, here, time to take your medicine!
After feeding him the medicine, Cleopatra poured some powder into her palm and pressed it directly onto Motorola's backside.
Ooooh~~~~
In an instant, a howl like that of a wolf on a full moon erupted from Motorola's mouth.
Sweat beads the size of beans dripped from his forehead, veins bulged on his face, and even his eyeballs seemed about to pop out.
His entire body began to tremble uncontrollably, like a vibrator, and it took a good while before he stopped.
Your Majesty, a envoy from the Sasanian Dynasty requests an audience!
Just then, a guard walked over, knelt beside Motorola's head, and said respectfully.
F***! You're stepping on my hair!
Motorola exclaimed again, pushing the guard to the ground. Then, with Cleopatra's support, he got up.
After standing up, his hands trembling, he tried to touch the wound on his backside but dared not. He hovered his hands behind him and said to the guard.
Where is the envoy? Have him come and present himself to this Emperor!