I rode and slashed unparalleled in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1073 The Lion's Fury

"Is it beautiful?" Su Yao asked.

Safia hugged Su Yao tightly, nodding like a chick pecking at rice, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

In that moment, she forgot the awkwardness of her identity, forgot her father's situation, and even forgot her fear. All she knew was that she was soaring through the clouds, a freedom she had never imagined.

And this is exactly the result Su Yao wanted.

The griffin's wings sliced ​​through the clouds, leaving the hustle and bustle of Mulu City far behind. Safia clung tightly to Su Yao's back, the faint scent of leather and gunpowder emanating from him filling her nostrils, her heart pounding like a drum.

"Look over there." Su Yao suddenly turned his head and pointed west.

The girl followed his finger and saw the setting sun casting molten gold across the Amu Darya River. In the shimmering light, a fleet of Han Chinese naval forces was sailing downstream, their dragon flags fluttering in the wind. Further away, surrendered Kushan and Parthian soldiers were cultivating the wasteland along the riverbank, wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys—a scene of perfect tranquility.

“That is…” Safia was stunned. She had heard of the ferocity of the Eastern Empire’s cavalry since childhood, but she had never imagined that after their conquest, they would bring not slaughter and plunder, but such orderly governance.

“I have said that those who surrender will not be punished for their past actions.” Su Yao pointed to the encampment of the Parthian surrendered soldiers below. “Your father, Bahram, is a fierce general. If he is willing to surrender, I can even allow him to continue to lead the old Parthian troops.”

Safia's heart skipped a beat; she had never imagined that this Eastern conqueror would value her father so much.

In the countless rumors she had heard in the past, this conqueror of Qin was a bloodthirsty and murderous monster. But after spending time with him recently, she saw a ruler who was far more benevolent and wise than the King of Parthia.

Those nobles who surrendered not only saved their lives but were even able to continue holding official positions; while ordinary soldiers, as long as they swore allegiance, were able to gain his trust and be given important responsibilities.

This stands in stark contrast to the Parthian king's previous massacre of domestic rebels and extermination of rebellious nobles.

If my father can truly submit, he will surely have a better future.

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"My father wasn't actually an inflexible person. It's just that he valued honor more than life itself, and it was difficult for him to come to terms with it all at once."

Saffia mustered her courage and said in a voice barely audible, "Please, Holy Lord, give him a little more time. I think I can try to persuade him."

“I’m afraid you’ll do the opposite,” Su Yao laughed upon hearing this. “But for your sake, I’ll give him some more time.”

"But a new battle is about to begin, and if he can't make a decision within three days, he may never have another chance."

Upon hearing this, Safia's expression changed drastically. She understood the weight of Su Yao's words—if her father continued to stubbornly insist on his own way, only death awaited him.

Just as she was about to plead a few more times, suddenly...
"Look—look who's that?"

As the two rode their griffins soaring above Mulu City, Su Yao quickly found his target—Bahram.

The Han Dynasty did not tolerate idlers. Although Bahram was a general of the enemy army, he was treated the same as other prisoners in prison and had to come out every day to participate in the labor of repairing the city.

Along the way, his companions dwindled. Faced with Su Yao's divine might and the cruel reality, one nobleman after another who had sworn allegiance to the Parthian King changed their stance, groveling before the usurper in exchange for freedom.

But Bahram’s attitude never wavered, and he showed no sign of yielding to his comrades’ attempts to persuade him to surrender.

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"Father!"

"It's my father!"

call--

Griffin flapped its wings and flew overhead. Safia's clear shout came from high above. Bahram looked up sharply and saw his beloved daughter sitting in the Demon King's arms, her long black hair flying in the wind, her face flushed with surprise and panic.

"Safia?!"

The stone in Bahram's hand fell to the ground with a thud. He instinctively reached out his shackled hands, but only grasped at thin air.

He watched helplessly as the griffin carried the two away, leaving a dazzling trail in the sunlight.

"traitor!"

"Bitch!"

Suddenly, a burst of curses erupted from the crowd. Demius, the commander of the Imperial Guard, pointed to the sky and roared, "Bahram! Do you see that? That's your daughter! While we're suffering here, he's with that Han dog!" "Shut up!"

Bahram suddenly sprang to his feet, the chains rattling, and punched Demius in the face, yelling, "You're not allowed to insult Safia!"

Demius staggered back, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "What? Did I hit a nerve? Your daughter is a bastard, selling herself for personal gain, and you too..."

DUANG!

One punch, and another.

After Su Yao soared through the air, a fierce conflict broke out between the Armenian lion and the Parthian king's royal guard commander. The two captured Parthian generals fought each other like two rascals in the crowd, while the guards watching them turned a blind eye.

Soon, Bahram lived up to his name as the Lion, winning the battle cleanly and decisively. He beat the insolent Demius so badly that Demius was bruised and bleeding from his mouth and nose, leaving the surrounding crowd speechless with fear.

Bahram gasped for breath, his chest heaving, his iron fist still stained with Demius's blood. He no longer looked at the groaning wretch sprawled on the ground, his gaze fixed on the direction the griffin had disappeared in, as if he wanted to burn two holes in the azure sky.

How could his daughter, his most beloved daughter, do such a thing?!

“General, please calm down…” A middle-aged general who had served alongside Bahram for many years spoke hesitantly, “At least the good news is that Miss is out of danger and is doing fairly well…”

"I'd rather she were dead!" Bahram turned his head sharply, his voice hoarse. "Death would at least preserve my family's reputation. How can I, the general, save face now that she's like this?!"

His words shut down the old general's subsequent remarks. Seeing that neither side could prevail, the surrounding prisoners dared not utter a sound, even their breathing became soft.

They had never seen Bahram so distraught—this tough man who could fight lions on the Armenian steppes, now had not the ferocity of the battlefield surging in his eyes, but a mixture of pain, anger, and an indescribable bewilderment.

At this moment, another older general beside Bahram sighed, "General, please don't be too harsh on Miss. Times have changed. That fiend can even tame our sacred beast. If he really has his eye on Miss, with his abilities..."

"What do you mean?" Bahram glared angrily at the veteran.

"My general, please calm down. I mean, things have come to this point, perhaps we should also consider our options."

The old general shrank back under Bahram's glare, but still forced himself to say, "General, think about it, Miss just rode the sacred beast with him. This is a privilege only that lowly Queen Amina receives. We're in a situation where we can't clear our names even if we fall into the Yellow River."

"But then again, the fact that he allowed Miss to ride a sacred beast clearly shows he values ​​her highly. If the General could... perhaps take advantage of this..."

"Shut up!" Bahram roared, slamming his iron fist against the stone wall beside him, his knuckles instantly bleeding. "Are you telling me to sell my daughter for personal gain?!"

The old general was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, not daring to speak again. But cracks had appeared in the ice in Bahram's heart—he knew better than anyone that riding a sacred beast was something even the former Parthian king could not do.

His own daughter could ride alongside him, and they were quite intimate. If he could just submit, not only would his family status be guaranteed, but his brothers who followed him would also have a future.
However, in doing so, this Armenian lion will probably never be able to hold his head high again.

This is worse than killing him!

But what about Safia? She was his only daughter!
Bahram closed his eyes in pain, and the journey that followed was extremely long.

When he finally returned to his cell, thinking he could collapse into the straw and get a good night's sleep, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.

Anmoti, his former servant, had a strange smile on his face and said something like, "The Holy Lord invites you."

"What does that devil want with me?"

Bahram snorted coldly: "I have nothing to talk to him about. Do whatever you want with him."

"Heh, I do wish the Holy Lord would just chop you down with one stroke, but unfortunately, too many people value your life."

Anmoti wore a strange smile: "By the way, doesn't General Bahram want to know what your daughter, Miss Safia, is doing right now?"

Upon hearing his daughter's name, Bahram stiffened, his clenched fists slowly relaxing. Seeing this, Anmoti understood and gestured for him to proceed: "The Holy Lord is waiting in the garden; the General will know when he arrives."

Bahram remained silent for a long time before finally stamping his foot and following Anmoti out of the cell.

(End of this chapter)