This first emperor is awesome

Nie Shen stroked his beard and said solemnly.

"Mister taught me."

Mao Dun cupped his hands and bowed, with a humble and studious attitude.

"Your Majesty, who do you think will win the Great Qin Empire or the Grassland Empire?"

Nie Shen didn't speak directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Mr. Dissatisfied, Dun has no hope for the prairie people to win."

"It's not that the grassland warriors are not brave enough to fight, but that the Qin people are too powerful."

After thinking about it for a while, he said in a deep voice.

"Since that's the case, why is Your Majesty still hesitating?"

Nie Shen smiled, unable to deny it.

"Dama."

Mao Dun immediately made up his mind and roared.

"Your Majesty."

A nine-foot-tall man rode forward on a big horse and bowed his hands to Maodun.

"Dama, you are the number one warrior of my Daxia clan. Have you seen that Qin man riding a white horse?"

Mo Dun pointed at Dama Dao, the number one warrior of the Huns under his seat, and pointed at Li Dao Dao, who was so brave that he killed all directions.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, Dama understands that he will definitely smash the head of this Qin man."

Dama held a huge hammer in his hand, and his thick and powerful arms were comparable to ordinary people's calves.

"Very well, God of the Grassland blesses, the glory of the Great Xia will last forever, the brave and fearless sons of the Huns, follow this king to kill the Qin people, kill..."

Seeing that there was no longer any delay, Maodun let out a roar to encourage the soldiers, and then rushed out in the first place.

"kill……"

Hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu elite followed him and rushed towards the black torrent, shouting slogans, and the killing sound shook the sky.

After Li Xin slashed to death several cavalrymen from the tribal allied forces, he saw a large group of Hun cavalry rushing past in the distance, and he immediately led the army to meet them without any intention.

I saw a big shirtless Hun with a ferocious face, holding a stone hammer and heading straight towards him.

Li Xinxin snorted coldly, and drove his horse to meet him without any intention.

"Damn Qin people, go to hell!"

Dama raised the stone hammer in his hand and smashed it on the top of Li Xin's head.

Li Xin let go of the left hand holding the rein, grabbed a solid shield on the horse's back, roared without any intention, and greeted the stone hammer above.

Dama only felt a huge force coming, and the stone hammer in his hand could no longer be grasped, and flew out of his hand.

A cold light flashed before his eyes, and he felt that he was getting farther and farther away from his body, and then he realized that he was beheaded by someone.

His huge pupils were staring at him till death, and he couldn't believe how there could be such a cruel person in the world...

After beheading Dama lightly, Li Xin continued to rush forward without stopping. He didn't care who died under his hands at all. To him, he was nothing more than a cat or a dog.

Mao Dun saw the number one warrior of the Huns, but he was beheaded by the Qin man, and almost staggered and fell off the horse.

what monster is this?

Dama was just a nobody to Li Xin, but he was like a god of war among the Huns, and no one was Dama's enemy in a round.

He was the number one warrior of the Xiongnu proclaimed by Maodun, with a sledgehammer of [-] catties, and he swung it with great power. I don't know how many generals of the grassland tribes died under his sledgehammer.

Soon the two armies were intertwined, but what made Li Xin depressed was that he rushed all the way, and those Huns seemed to be avoiding the plague, and when they saw him, they drove their horses to flee, and they didn't dare to fight him.

What's the situation?

No matter where I drove my horse, all the Huns there would run away, without even looking at me.

Li Xin was so angry that he almost jumped up and scolded his mother, just like hundreds of Hun cavalry rushed towards the formation of the Qin army in a mighty way just now, but when he saw himself roaring and rushing out, he immediately turned around the horses in a uniform manner. Head, galloped away, looking for the target and route again.

Li Xin had no idea that he had just casually slaughtered the Huns' God of War. In the eyes of the Huns, he was the incarnation of the God of Death at this moment, and no one dared to touch him.

Except for some unlucky ghosts who didn't pay attention to Li Xin's sword, almost all the Huns fled without hesitation, and they didn't dare to fight at all.

The great Shan Yu Touman in the royal court looked at Li Xin, who was killing all directions, and no one dared to defeat his sharpness, galloping left and right, among thousands of troops, it was like entering a land of no one.

Angrily, he dropped countless wine glasses, and even kicked over the wooden table in front of him in the end.

"Whoever kills this thief will reward [-] livestock, [-] servants, and give him ten thousand mu of pasture as a marquis."

Touman looked at the leaders of the generals in the royal court, and shouted angrily.

"Don't worry, Da Shanyu, there is a sharpshooter in my Luming department, within a hundred steps, I will definitely kill this person."

A tribal leader stood up, pointing at his head confidently.

"Okay, Ben Shanyu is waiting for the good news."

Touman nodded. If this person is not eliminated, it will not only be a huge threat, but also a shame to the grassland people.

"Dordo."

The leader of the Luming tribe shouted loudly.

"exist."

A bearded man with a long bow came out and said loudly.

"You are ordered to shoot this thief immediately, are you confident?"

The leader of the Luming tribe looked at his beloved general and asked sharply.

"Hahaha... What's so difficult about this? Don't worry, the patriarch, the subordinates will come as soon as they go."

Dorduo laughed three times, then walked out of the royal court with a longbow on his back, rode his BMW, and galloped towards the frontline battlefield.

"The Luming tribe has such warriors, I'm really envious!"

"Congratulations to Chief Lu Ming, you are about to receive a large number of generous rewards so easily."

For a while, in the big tent of the royal court, they laughed heartily again, and from time to time, someone complimented the leader of the Lu Ming tribe.

Chapter 242 The Broken Touman

Dordo saw Li Xin riding a white horse, and there was no one within ten meters of him. He immediately began to maintain the speed of the horse, stabilized his figure, and clamped his legs tightly to the horse's belly.

Looking at the stirrups and saddles of the Qin people, they are very envious. If the grassland people also have such things, how can they be defeated so badly if they are well equipped?

Pulling up the bowstring, looking at Li Xin who was armed to the teeth, he could only sigh secretly, aiming at the neck that was not completely covered.

After finding the right timing and judging the wind direction, he let go of the bowstring without hesitation, and the arrow shot straight at Li Xin like lightning.

Die!

Li Xin, who was looking for the target, suddenly heard a whistling sound from behind, immediately felt something bad, and lowered his head almost subconsciously.

bang...

A crisp sound sounded, and Xiang Yu felt his helmet was hit, and he couldn't help thinking that he was very dangerous.

Turning the horse's head, seeing the sharpshooter Dordo who had not put down the longbow a hundred meters away, he was furious.

Inserting the long knife in his hand into the scabbard around his waist in one go, he picked up the exquisite longbow hanging beside the saddle.

Looking coldly at the sharpshooter who almost killed him, he took out a feathered arrow, drew the full bow, and aimed at the sharpshooter Dordo.

Is this guy going to compete with himself in archery?

Overestimating one's abilities is simply asking for one's own death.

Dordo sneered, and took out an arrow again, aiming at Li Xin.

The pride of the prairie people, the glory of the marksman, does not allow him to escape in the field he is best at.

The two looked at each other, released the bowstring almost at the same time, and released the arrow in their hands.

click...

The arrows of the two collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Dordo was horrified to find that his arrow was split in two by the arrows of the Qin people, directly cut through, and then hit him with a whistling speed without slowing down.

Why is this happening?

How can it be so fast?

What kind of bow is this?

I'm afraid this strength is far more than piercing Yang's arrow with a hundred steps?

Dordo only felt a burst of distance, and he flew up from the horseback. The severe pain from his shoulder made him let out a heart-piercing howl.

Flying a few meters away, he fell to the ground. He didn't care about the arrow on his shoulder that penetrated into the bone, and struggled to get up.

Frantically looking for a direction, swaying from side to side, staggering and fleeing quickly, trying to ask for a way out.

Sitting on the white horse, Li Xin had no intention of driving the horse to catch up. He watched the wobbly sharpshooter Dordo gradually go away.

At about three hundred steps, Li Xin took out a feathered arrow from the quiver again, drew the full bow, aimed at Dordo's back, and let go of the hand holding the bowstring.

Feather Arrow made a loud and clear sound of arrows, cut through the sky, and pointed straight at Dordo's back.

After running a distance of more than 300 steps, Dordo breathed a sigh of relief, and finally escaped from the tiger's mouth.

But before he was overjoyed, he felt a huge force hit his back again, and he fell on his back, and was fixed on the grass by the feather arrow.

Dordo's face was full of disbelief, he was pawing the grass on the ground with both hands, coughing up blood non-stop until his consciousness became more and more blurred, he slowly stopped struggling, and completely lost his breath of life.

Only then was Li Xin contented to hang the precious bow bestowed upon him by His Majesty on the right side of the horse's belly again, and spit out: "Bah, you little boy, how dare you kill me, Li Xin?"

Then he drove his horse into the ten thousand army again, rampaging, chasing the Huns everywhere.

No matter where they went, the Huns fled in all directions with a face full of ghosts, not daring to stop Li Xin at all.

"Trash, it's all trash..."

The big Shan Yutou on the high platform of Wang Ting stomped his feet vigorously and cursed endlessly.

The generals and tribal leaders all bowed their heads deeply, not daring to vent their anger, for fear of being pulled out by the Shanyu and slaughtered to feed the wolves.

"The knights of the king's court sent out to Ben Shanyu to kill this person, regardless of sacrifices. If 100 people are not enough, then 1000, 1 people, whoever dares to flee without fighting, Ben Shanyu will destroy his entire clan."

Touman's eyes were bursting with fire, and he roared frantically.

"Report..."

A messenger cavalry rushed over, jumped off the horse, ran to the bottom of the high platform, and bowed to Touman in salute.

"Big...big...big...big Chanyu, something is wrong."

The herald stammered.

"Panic, what does it look like?"

Touman stared, at this moment he was furious, seeing the herald's unfriendly tone.

"Big Chanyu, spare your life."

The herald's heart skipped a beat, and he begged for forgiveness.

"Tell me? What's the matter?"

Touman murmured in his heart that he didn't need to argue with a small herald, and said coldly.

"Da Shanyu, the enemy, the enemy is coming soon."

The herald said quickly.

"Nonsense, where did the enemy come from? The bandit army in front of us is already a battle of trapped beasts, and will soon be surrounded and wiped out. If you dare to mess with the heart of the army, drag it down and kill it."

Touman said furiously.

"The Great Chanyu spared his life, his subordinates did not lie, the enemy army is coming from behind."

The herald was so frightened that he knelt down and said with an aggrieved expression on his face.

"My mouth is full of nonsense, and the right general is riding a hundred thousand horses in the rear, as stable as Mount Tai."