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Chapter 1036 The Queen's Request

Southeast of Gandhara, the camp of Abhayya.

Inside the central command tent, Abhaiya was discussing military matters with several trusted generals.

"Report—"

A scout rushed in: "General! Scouts report that the royal army has left the city and is heading south. They are expected to meet our army in three days at the latest!"

"Oh? You have guts, actually abandoning the city and coming out to fight me in the open."

Abkhazia raised his head and asked coldly, "How many enemy troops are coming? And who is their general?"

The scout swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "General, the enemy has about ten thousand elite troops, commanded by Rahman. But the commander of the army is..."

"Who is it? Speak up!" Abhaya slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"It's that Han Chinese demon king! And...and Queen Samira."

An uproar erupted inside the tent. A lieutenant exclaimed, "The Queen herself is leading the army? How is that possible!"

The princess's ascension to the throne was already surprising to everyone, but no one expected that she, a woman, would dare to personally lead an expedition, and that she would only bring out 10,000 of the tens of thousands of troops that had been gathered in the capital.

"Hmph, I thought there would be a fierce battle, but it seems that our queen's rule is indeed leaky everywhere, and she can't even fully mobilize the forces around her."

Abhaiya sneered: "Just a mere puppet, pushed onto the throne by that Han Chinese, and now he's using her as a pitiful pawn!"

He suddenly drew his sword and slammed it down on the table: "Order the entire army to advance at full speed! I want to personally cut off that Han man's head and let the world see who is the true chosen one of our Kushans!"

The advisor hesitated for a moment before reminding him, "General, it is said that General Nahan possesses extraordinary abilities and single-handedly assassinated His Majesty Vasudeva in the capital."

"Shut up!"

A shadow crossed Abkhazia's eyes as he said resentfully:
"This general has already figured it out. It was all the witch Dina's betrayal. She colluded with the Han people to lure him into the city and then set a trap, which led to His Majesty's death!"

"Now that I have 40,000 troops at my command and the support of the southern cities, why would I fear a mere individual like him?"

"Pass down the order: prepare for battle!"

"I will make those Han Chinese pay for their blood debt!"

"What is the little girl thinking about?"

Two days later, on the eve of the battle, at the Han army camp.

Samira was gazing at the starry sky in a daze when she suddenly heard Su Yao's voice behind her.

She hurriedly turned around and saw that Su Yao was already standing behind her, bathed in the silvery-white light of the bright moon.

"Holy Lord."

Samira bowed politely and said, "I was thinking of Uncle Abkhaya."

Samira whispered, "He used to treat my brother and me so well, but now he wants to fight me. Does he really not understand the power of the Holy Lord? Why is he doing such a thing?"

The story of the "war of the gods" in the capital had long been widely circulated, and countless people had witnessed the great battle, including nobles from the southern faction. Samira did not believe that Abhaya would not have heard the rumors.

You have to understand, that's no longer the realm of mortals!

With flesh and blood, death is probably the only option.

Even so, Abkhaya still raised an army in rebellion. Samira thought about it for three days and three nights but couldn't understand what considerations made him so resolute.

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. People are always complicated."

"It could be out of loyalty to the former master, or out of ambition for power, or simply out of wishful thinking."

"In short, there will never be a shortage of people in this world who try to stop a chariot with their bare hands."

"But whatever he wants, I will crush him tomorrow and end this farce."

As he spoke, Su Yao patted Samira's head: "With his fate as a precedent, no one will dare to challenge your authority so easily again."

“Holy Lord.” Samira turned around, the moonlight illuminating her clear eyes: “Tomorrow, could you please try to kill as few people as possible? Give them a chance.”

Su Yao raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Are you pleading for the rebels?"

Samira quickly shook her head: "No, I just don't want to see more Kushan warriors die in vain."

Su Yao was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "What a merciful queen. Tomorrow I will give you a chance to persuade her to surrender. However..."

He leaned close to Samira's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "If they continue to be obstinate, I will have no choice but to use drastic measures to deter them."

Samira trembled, her ears turning bright red instantly. She lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "I...I understand."

Su Yao straightened up and looked at the distant mountains: "Go and rest. There's a tough battle to fight tomorrow."

Samira hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and tugged at Su Yao's sleeve: "Holy Lord, may I ask one more question?"

"explain."

"Why...why are you helping me?" Samira looked up, her eyes full of confusion. "You could have been the king yourself, or chosen a more obedient and less controversial puppet."

Su Yao turned around and stared into Samira's eyes: "Because I see your potential."

He reached out and gently stroked Samira's cheek: "A beautiful princess who can maintain courage and perseverance in dire straits, and also knows how to assess the situation. She is admirable and worth my investment."

Samira's heart raced; the warmth of Su Yao's fingertips made her feel hot all over. She mustered her courage, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed Su Yao on the cheek: "Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

After saying that, she turned and ran away like a startled fawn, her long, wavy hair drawing a graceful arc in the moonlight.

Su Yao touched the spot where he had been kissed, shook his head and chuckled, "This little girl is getting bolder and bolder."

The two armies faced off the following morning.

Abkhazia's 40,000-strong army pressed in like a dark cloud, banners fluttering and swords and spears gleaming. Meanwhile, Su Yao's 10,000-strong capital garrison stood ready, their military bearing impeccable.

"Look! It's Princess Samira!"

A southern soldier suddenly pointed at the opposite army formation and shouted.

Before the royal army's ranks, a golden chariot slowly drove out, and Queen Samira, clad in light armor, stood atop it, bathed in sunlight, looking like a goddess descending to earth.

"Uncle Abkhaya! Please come out and meet me!"

In response to Samira's call, a commotion broke out in the southern army ranks, and soon a middle-aged general clad in heavy armor rode out on horseback.

"Samira!" Abhaiya shouted angrily, "You have betrayed the country, betrayed His Majesty, and bowed down to the enemy. How dare you show your face before me?!"

"Uncle Abhaiya, you've misunderstood!"

Samira's clear voice echoed across the battlefield:

"Please stop this pointless war immediately!"

"My brother was possessed by an evil god and was harming the people. If it weren't for the Holy Lord's intervention, the entire Kushan Empire would have been doomed!"

"Shut up!" Abhaiya interrupted sharply. "What evil god possession? You clearly colluded with outsiders to murder your own brother! Today I will avenge His Majesty!"

Samira wanted to persuade him further, but Su Yao had already ridden up to her side: "It seems your kindness won't move this stubborn general."

He looked up at Abu Khaya, his voice booming: "Abu Khaya, I'm giving you one last chance—kneel down and submit, or be reduced to ashes!"

Abkhazia laughed wildly: "Arrogant! With my 40,000 troops here, why would I fear one person like you? All troops, listen to my command—"

He raised his longsword high: "Kill!"

With a command given, the southern army surged in like a tidal wave, their battle cries shaking the heavens and the earth.

Samira's face turned deathly pale, but Su Yao calmly raised his hand: "Since you insist on courting death, then I will grant your wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wrath of Indra in Su Yao's hand burst into golden light, and a terrifying pressure swept across the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)