Zhao Kai was born into indescribable privilege and had never before felt such hatred towards a country, a person. In the past, if he hated, he could vent his hatred immediately.
Someone defied him? Kill them. A vassal state offended him? Issue an imperial edict to reprimand and send troops to the border to intimidate.
But with the rise of the Great Tang Kingdom, the Dahua Empire found an adversary too formidable to provoke and yet impossible to eliminate, an existence that Zhao Kai loathed but could not resolve.
The intense hatred only enraged Zhao Kai, but in that very moment, as he was bent over vomiting stomach acid, a terrifying thought struck him.
The Imperial City, the Imperial Capital of the Dahua Empire... It was an old metropolis, where much of the city was built of wood! If the Tang Army bombarded the Imperial Capital with White Phosphorus Bombs, the city that had flourished for hundreds of years could be destroyed in an instant.