DLERB -Chapter 186 My Soldiers Are Killing Each Other Over Fake Gold!

On the hillside.

After hearing the order, Wang Li froze for a moment.

Then he split into a wide grin and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Hahahaha!”

“Your Highness is brilliant!”

He cupped his fists heavily, then vaulted onto his horse.

“Men!”

Wang Li’s roar spread across the entire cavalry formation.

“Did you all hear that?!”

“His Highness has ordered us to hand out money to the poor beggars of Rome!”

“Mount up! Let these barbarians see the generosity of Great Qin!”

“ROAR!”

The eight hundred cavalrymen answered with even greater excitement than during any previous charge.

They turned their horses around, not toward the towering city gates—

But toward the rear of the Qin camp.

There, wagon after wagon had already been prepared, each piled high with heavy sacks.

The soldiers roughly tore open one of the bags.

Clatter!

A dazzling golden glow burst forth, blinding everyone nearby.

Gold!

Mountains of gold!

“Move out!”

Wang Li pointed with his sword.

The eight hundred iron cavalry, carrying sack after sack of “gold,” swept toward Rome like a golden hurricane.

On the city wall.

Caesar watched the movement of the Qin cavalry, gripping his sword hilt tightly.

“What are they doing now?”

The senators beside him all looked pale as death.

“General… they… they don’t seem to be attacking the city.”

The eight hundred riders had not formed a charging formation.

Instead, they galloped wildly alongside the city walls.

Just as the Romans were still trying to understand—

A Qin cavalryman lifted a sack from his saddle and hurled it with all his strength!

The sack traced an arc through the air.

Pop!

The mouth of the sack burst open.

A storm of gold rained down from the sky!

Cling! Clang!

Countless golden round objects struck the stone bricks of the walls with crisp ringing sounds.

Under the sunlight, the gleam was blinding.

Everyone on the wall stood frozen.

What was that?

One soldier instinctively bent down and picked up an object that had landed beside his feet.

Heavy.

Golden.

And engraved with ancient Eastern characters he could not understand.

“G-gold coins?”

His voice sounded like a dream.

That single sentence ignited the powder keg.

“Gold coins!”

“Gods above! Gold coins! They’re raining gold from the sky!”

“Grab them!”

The defensive line on the city wall collapsed for the second time.

And compared to the chaos over food, this collapse came even faster and more completely!

Caesar felt blood rush straight to his head.

“Stop!”

Drawing his golden ceremonial sword, he roared:

“You are warriors of Rome, not beggars scavenging for scraps!”

“For a few filthy coins, have you abandoned all dignity?!”

His voice vanished beneath the roaring frenzy of the crowd.

His most trusted captain of the guard, who moments ago had stood loyally at his side—

Was now the first to shove aside his comrades and charge down the wall like a raging bull.

“Mine! They’re all mine!”

Caesar’s body swayed.

He watched his once-loyal captain throw himself onto the ground, scrambling desperately to scoop the gold coins into his arms.

A mouthful of blood surged into Caesar’s throat.

He forcibly swallowed it back down.

The Qin cavalry rode on like tireless sowers scattering seeds.

Bag after bag of “gold” was thrown onto the walls.

Into the city.

Even into the moat.

One Roman centurion lashed his crazed subordinates with a whip.

“Get up!”

“This is an Eastern trick! The gold is poisoned!”

“No one is allowed to pick them up!”

The centurion shouted sternly, looking every bit the picture of duty and discipline.

Just then—

Clink!

A gold coin spun through the air and landed perfectly beside his heavy military boot.

He continued roaring angrily.

“Did you hear me?! That’s an order!”

While shouting, he casually nudged his foot forward.

“Anyone caught fighting over them will be punished under military law!”

He stomped his foot down heavily.

The coin disappeared firmly beneath his boot.

Pretending to adjust the formation, he shifted slightly sideways. With a subtle flick of his toe, the coin slid neatly up inside his boot.

A cold, hard sensation pressed against his ankle.

He cleared his throat and continued his futile scolding.

Inside the city—

Everything had completely descended into chaos.

Gold was raining from the sky.

And that news spread faster than any plague.

Commoners, merchants, slaves… everyone burst out of their homes.

In the streets, people fought like madmen over a single tiny gold coin, smashing each other bloody.

A richly dressed noblewoman, protected by servants, struggled through the chaos of the marketplace.

Her eyes lit up when she saw a soldier clutching a small pouch of gold coins.

“Soldier! Soldier!”

she screamed.

“I’ll trade this for three gold coins!”

She tore a sapphire-and-pearl necklace from around her neck.

It was an heirloom passed down from her grandmother.

Worth a fortune.

The soldier stopped and glanced at the necklace in her hand.

Slowly, he pulled three gold coins from his pouch and tossed them to her.

Then he snatched the jeweled necklace away.

He weighed it in his hand, a look of disdain appearing on his face.

“That little?”

he muttered.

He casually stuffed the necklace into his clothes and hurried off to grab more gold elsewhere.

The noblewoman clutched the three burning-hot coins tightly in her hands, as if she were holding the entire world.

She did not even care what he had said.

Not far away—

A wealthy senator trembled with fury as he watched the madness in the streets.

He sent out every servant he owned.

“Go buy them!”

“Buy back every single gold coin!”

“With silver! Jewelry! Grain! I don’t care what you use! Trade for them all!”

He could not allow his fortune to be diluted by this rain of gold from the heavens.

But it was useless.

No one was willing to sell.

Everyone had gone mad.

At the center of this frenzy—

A massive blacksmith, his face smeared with soot, burst into thunderous laughter.

Like a raging bull, he charged through the crowd.

He knocked down three soldiers and kicked aside two civilians.

Finally, from a pool of blood and mud, he seized his prize.

Five coins!

A full five gold coins!

He raised them high for everyone to see.

“Hahahaha! I’m rich!”

He stared at the coins in his hand.

Golden.

Heavy.

In his mind, he could already see mountains of roast meat, endless wine, and the most beautiful women.

He lifted one coin to his lips and kissed it reverently.

Then he opened his mouth wide.

He was going to leave his mark on it!

A unique mark belonging to him—

Bach the blacksmith!

Using all his strength, he bit down fiercely.

He expected the soft gold to bend beneath his teeth.

Crack!

A sharp sound rang out.

Not the sound of teeth sinking into gold.

But the sound of something…

Breaking.

The blacksmith froze.

Slowly, he pulled the coin from his mouth.

And he saw—

Where his teeth had bitten, a small piece of the golden surface had chipped away.

Revealing beneath it…

A rough, black interior—

Iron.

The wild joy on the blacksmith’s face, his grin, and all his dreams for the future…