The Kushan Empire was closest to the Great Ming Dynasty, and the rise of the Great Ming Dynasty made them deeply wary.
They stationed a large number of troops along the Great Ming Dynasty's borders, and after seeing how prosperous the Great Ming was, their greed was plain for all to see.
It was only because they feared the Great Ming's strength that they dared not act rashly for the time being.
What the Kushan Empire did not know was that while they coveted the Great Ming Dynasty, Jiang Siming had already been sharpening his blade, waiting to strike at their empire.
Meanwhile, in a small country far away in Europe, a short, dark-skinned man with an East Asian face sat on a high seat while dozens of people bowed before him in submission.
Among them were Easterners with black hair and yellow skin, as well as Westerners with blond hair and blue eyes.
"Cao Ren, report on the results," the man on the high seat said.
"Yes, big brother. In this battle, we wiped out more than ten thousand enemies, recruited seven thousand prisoners, and seized abundant grain, supplies, and equipment. It was a great victory!" reported a general dressed in Han military uniform below.
"Hahaha, excellent! Since we went to sea, we've fought more than ten battles. Once my forces reach a certain level, we'll send troops to destroy Rome. I hear their strength is about equal to that of our Great Han. Once we swallow Rome, we'll raise our army and kill our way back to the Central Plains!"
As he spoke, boundless hope appeared in the man's eyes. Nearly three years had passed since he left the Central Plains and crossed the seas.
His goal was to return to the Central Plains with a great army