The First Tyrant of Daxia

"The fierce tiger on the Xiliang Plateau. I thought the person coming would be Mu Le, or someone like Chen Qingzhi, a direct descendant of the emperor, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"Interesting..." He said softly with a smile on his face, but he didn't even dare to move his horse.

This Wuzhu has a murderous aura, and it is the kind of murderous aura that involves mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It is too strong.

The two sides tacitly understood each other and did not fight at the first moment, because it is not easy to meet an opponent who makes them give their all!

He Ya was surrounded, but he remained calm and even happy!

It was because the Jinyiwei chased him last night and gave him a brocade bag. Qin Yun was uneasy after hearing Yuan Gu's last words before the battle, so he asked the Jinyiwei to deliver it during the gap.

The secret bag worked wonders, the plan was accomplished, He Ya admired Qin Yun and was eager to fight!

He straightened his back, his eyes flashed like lightning, and he said coldly: "Why, I, He Ya, am not qualified?"

When Wuzhu smiled, the scar on his upper lip looked very attractive.

"That's not the case. You are qualified to be the soul killed by my sword."

"But, I was surprised at first that you came, but now, I am not surprised anymore."

With his black hair blown by the wind, He Ya's eyes were sharp. He secretly clenched his spear. He gritted his teeth in his heart. This was a battle to turn the tide and he had to show results!

The fighting spirit is rising: "Oh? Why?"

"Because the Emperor of Daxia sent you here to commit suicide!" Wushu said jokingly, "More than 10,000 people came to rob Pingyi County. Are you stupid?"

"This place has been occupied by the Turks. Your isolated army is doomed to be annihilated!"

He Ya smiled coldly: "How can you guess how your majesty will use the army?"

Wushu said with disdain: "Your Majesty has given up on you and only gave you more than 10,000 men. Even if you escape back, you will be ignored and punished."

"Why do you need to speak for him?"

"I will show you a clear path. Surrender now and come to the Turkic camp. I will personally report to the Grand Duke and make you an important figure."

"With your ability, you should be at least the third-highest general, in charge of 100,000 soldiers."

Hearing this, He Ya's expression remained cold, and the thousands of cavalrymen behind him were also indifferent.

"Do you think Ben will fall?"

Wushu leaned forward and said word by word: "Of course!"

"The Turks are not as cunning as the Han people. On the grassland, strength is everything. Whoever has the bigger fist can strive to be the best!"

"I'll give you a cup of tea to think about it. Answer me when you've thought it through!"

His expression suddenly turned ruthless, and he said bloodthirsty and arrogantly: "But remember! Think carefully! You only have one chance!"

"Otherwise, Ben will beat you to death!"

Hearing this, He Ya laughed out of anger. He was also a unique warrior in the world, so how could he bear such contempt?

"Wu Shu, who do you think you are!" He shouted, as if turning the tables: "Raise the flag, come out!!"

The subordinates received the order and quickly raised the flag.

The flags are flying, which is very eye-catching.

Immediately afterwards, the rumbling sound of iron hooves trampled the earth, and at least tens of thousands of people rushed over from the rear!

The Turkic army's faces changed drastically, they were in panic, and their horses kept neighing.

Wushu's expression also changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You still have ambushes?!"

"Hahaha, idiot!" He Ya shouted angrily and pointed his spear. The scorching sunlight flashed and was extremely captivating.

"I have said that your majesty's use of troops is not something you can guess. This time, there are not 15,000 troops, but 30,000!"

"You've fallen into a trap!"

Wuzhu looked grim. Dust was rolling in the distance. It was definitely too late for him to retreat back to Pingyi County.

"General, what should I do?"

"Are we being surrounded?" The Turks were slightly panicked, but they were elite troops after all, and they did not flee in panic.

Wushu's eyes suddenly showed a fierce light: "Prepare for battle!!"

"Just a bunch of trash!"

"Yes!" The Turks roared, and more than ten thousand people burst into ferocity.

He Ya looked at the army approaching, full of vigor and vitality, and shouted: "Wu Shu, today is the day you die! I made a bet with Mu Le about who would cut off the heads of your three generals first."

"Now it seems that I have to go first!"

Wuzhu was furious, and he charged forward on his horse like a killing god, saying cruelly, "You will die more miserably than anyone else!"

He Ya snorted coldly, squeezed his legs against the horse's back, and the horse neighed and raised its front hooves high.

"Humph!"

"Who do you think you are? Today, I will kill you!"

"kill!!"

He roared like thunder and was very arrogant, which was the temperament and courage that almost every fierce general possessed.

He Ya's face was flushed, he was riding in the front, with only the sound of wind in his ears. He lowered his body, held his spear horizontally, full of courage, and behind him followed thousands of troops, looking extremely brave!

Twenty thousand people shouted and rushed into the sky, and the two armies collided quickly.

Boom!

It was like a mountain shaking, and any cavalryman who fell off his horse died.

"what!!"

There were wails everywhere, it was a horrible sight.

There was a reason why Wuzhu was ranked ahead of Guerduo. He was unstoppable and extremely terrifying. No Xiliang cavalry could take a shot from him. They were all knocked away, spitting blood.

He killed no less than ten people just by meeting them face to face!

And He Ya was even more cruel and crazy than him! Because he was a man who had committed a crime and was trying to make meritorious contributions, he didn't want to lead 30,000 people and stand in the corner all the time.

Pfft!

boom!

Boom...

He killed his way towards Wuzhu with a very clear target and a strong fighting spirit all over his body.

The Turkic cavalry were beaten to pieces and flew everywhere. No matter how strong they were, they could only be riddled with holes by a spear. He Ya was just like a spear that only knew how to move forward!

Either break it off yourself or pierce it all the way through.

boom!

There was another roar outside, and the troops were colliding in the battle formation. From then on, more than 20,000 cavalrymen gathered together and launched a siege.

From the overall situation, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry has the advantage, all because of Qin Yun's timely secret weapon!

But everyone knows that the Turks are not to be feared, what is to be feared is Wuzhu. Only if he is defeated can their side win. If He Ya is defeated, then the Xiliang cavalry may not win!

Under the scorching sun, among thousands of troops, the two warriors finally collided with each other, leaving no stone unturned and showing unparalleled dominance!

boom!

Fire splattered.

The weapons of the two men trembled, as if they were shaken by a tremendous force.

The four eyes met, sharp and bloodthirsty!

A sentence flashed through the minds of both of them at the same time: This is a fierce general, I must kill him!

"kill!"

The two men roared wildly, and the battle was like thunder, dazzling people and making it impossible to get close.

The Xiliang cavalry had the upper hand in numbers throughout the battlefield and had formed an encirclement. They were now charging madly, fearless of life and death, and had squeezed the Turks in the middle.

"Kill! Take Pingyi County and your majesty will reward you!"

"Just one step left, brothers, charge!"

puff……

boom!

Countless blood splattered and bones were broken!

The army has its heritage and status. The Xiliang Cavalry is precisely the most embarrassing existence of Daxia, and they must clear their name to the whole world.

The battlefield was dark and filled with corpses. People were almost numb from killing and it was quite chaotic.

The duel between He Ya and Wushu smashed the chariot, causing constant vibrations, which was very dazzling. Both sides kept attacking, but it was difficult to tell the winner. However, wherever they went, there were large numbers of people dying!

It can be said that when gods fight, mortals suffer.