The First Tyrant of Daxia

Not a moment.

The war drums in Youzhou City thundered, countless flags fluttered in the night wind, and dense crowds of armored men moved about.

"How dare you come!"

"I'm going to kill ten of them tonight!" some soldiers roared and started fighting.

"Brothers, shoot your arrows accurately!"

"Turk Wuzhu is dead, what can the Turks use to fight us?"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Thousands of people roared, morale soared, it was awe-inspiring.

The iron armor gradually separated with a clanging sound, and Qin Yun, wearing a bright armor, was on the top of the city again. It was only a day's difference, but Qin Yun felt that it was as long as a decade.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Ten thousand people shouted, their hearts pounding.

Qin Yun stretched out half of his tall and mighty body, overlooking the endless black torrent below. There were half as many people as last night.

They were as bloodthirsty as wild beasts, constantly moving between formations, and no one knew what they were doing.

The atmosphere in the city and outside the city was extremely solemn. Murder and roar filled every corner. With hundreds of thousands of people confronting each other, even breathing was difficult.

The chariot was pulled by eight war horses, and on top was the royal tent of the King of the North Court.

Ashina Yuangu stood there, his eyes clearly bloodshot, indescribably captivating.

"What do you want to do now? Are you looking for death?" Qin Yun asked jokingly, and the city wall suddenly fell silent.

The Turks were furious, their armor roared, and the sound of cursing was endless!

"Hand over He Ya, or you will destroy Youzhou City within three days!!"

"Han people, you will pay the price!"

“A heavy price to pay!”

The sound once dispersed the black clouds surrounding the entire battlefield. At this time, everyone in the Xia army grinned and laughed happily.

"Hahaha, these barbarians are only good at talking big. What a bunch of idiots!"

"The second general has died in battle, and yet you still want Your Majesty to hand him over. You really don't know how high the heaven is or how deep the earth is!"

"This time, Yuan Gu has lost all his face."

"..."

With the ups and downs, the mentality and morale of both sides changed.

In the past, the Xia army was sluggish. After all, they kept suffering small losses and could not do anything to the Turks. They could only defend the city. But the lightning battle in Pingyi County and the death of Wuzhu caused too much turmoil!

Amid the mutual cursing, and on the verge of an accidental firing, Yuan Gu took a deep breath, and immediately the 200,000 people in the city fell silent.

His eyes were like the abyss as he gazed at the top of the city wall. He said hoarsely and fiercely, "Hand over He Ya, and I will give up the Thirteen Towns and return them to you."

"Otherwise, the ensuing war will be a situation that neither you nor I want to see, and it will also be a loss that neither the Turkic nor the Xia army can afford!"

Qin Yun narrowed his eyes. With Yuan Gu's intelligence, he shouldn't have made such a low-level request.

He sneered, "I don't have the person, but I do have a head. Do you want it?"

"Hahaha!" The soldiers on the city wall laughed loudly. The head naturally referred to Wuzhu's head.

Faced with the ridicule, the Turks became angry and humiliated.

Several hairy-faced Hu generals roared: "Grand Duke, give the order, I must avenge General Wushu!"

"We, the Wu people, and the people of the grasslands north of the Xiyuan River will never give up until this vengeance is avenged!"

"Charge into Youzhou City and massacre the entire city!"

boom!

Among the 200,000 troops, some of them are already in turmoil, with their eyes filled with raging hatred!

Seeing this, Qin Yun seemed to understand.

The Turkic Khanate was composed of many tribes, and even Yuan Gu could not ignore them. He knew that they would not hand over anyone, but he still came.

One is to calm the people below, and the other is to ignite the war sentiment.

Yuan Gu's face did not show much sadness or joy, revealing the calmness and shrewdness of an eternal hero. Wuzhu's death was also beyond his expectations. He did not expect the generals of the Xia army to be so powerful.

It was Wuzhu's death that completely dispelled the only bit of hope in his heart.

"You don't want to hand him over?"

Qin Yun looked down on him and said, "What do you think? Will my great general, a great hero of Great Xia, be handed over to you?"

"If you have the guts, come in and get it!"

These domineering words ignited the morale of the Xia army, and tens of thousands of people shouted in unison: "If you have the guts, come in and take it!"

The sound surrounds you and lasts forever.

The 200,000 strong Turkic army was enraged, their horses kept neighing, and they were shouting and cursing with gnashing teeth, wishing they could fight it out right away!

Yuan Gu narrowed his eyes, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Okay, if you don't want to hand over the person, that's fine too."

"Return Wuzhu's head to me, otherwise... you should be prepared to accept the most brutal revenge from the Turkic people. I cannot guarantee what will happen next, but in short, you will feel very uncomfortable."

His threatening tone was undisguised.

Hearing this, Qin Yun's expression gradually turned cold, his black hair billowing: "You dare to threaten me?"

Yuan Gu narrowed his eyes, full of pressure: "Why not?"

"Since the war began, I have only been afraid of one thing, and that is the casualties of the Turkic army. But once I get angry, it will be a catastrophe for the entire southern part of Daxia."

Qin Yun sneered and spread his hands: "It has come to this, and you are still talking nonsense!"

"roll!"

"Wushu's head will be hung high on the city wall of Youzhou forever as a punishment!"

The troops were excited and shouted in unison: "Your Majesty, mighty!"

"Wu Shu's head should be hung high on the city wall!"

"..."

The voice was resolute, and it was obvious that getting the head back was impossible, and staying here would only bring humiliation upon oneself.

Ashina Yuangu bent down and returned to the king's tent, but at the last moment before he disappeared, he turned around and gave Qin Yun a gloomy look.

Although they were far apart, the look in his eyes was still so sharp.

"I, Ashina Yuangu, never suffer a loss. If you break one of my wings, I will break all ten of your wings!"

"From today on, the war begins."

He walked into the king's tent calmly without staying for too long. Eight war horses slowly pulled him away, and the 200,000-strong army made way.

Qin Yun looked at the king's tent, and for some reason his heart suddenly hung in the air. He could ignore other people, but he had to be on guard against a tyrant like Yuan Gu.

What does it mean that the war has just begun?

The dead silent atmosphere and the frozen night seemed to be frozen.

Many Xia soldiers thought that the Turks were about to retreat and that they came here just to scare them. But who knew that among the dark and dense formation that looked like a mudslide, some Turks suddenly blew their horns!

The dull sound spread all around!

Immediately afterwards, countless trumpets were blown, aimed at Youzhou City, and a tremendous murderous aura gushed out from the army of 200,000 people.

"kill!!"

The fierce and hateful voice shook the heaven and earth.

In the square formation, at least 30,000 people began to attack the city, and the ground they stepped on was shaking.

A closer look revealed that these people were different, they were infantrymen, but their armor was a little strange. The arc-shaped iron caps could perfectly avoid boiling oil and even some arrows and falling rocks.

The most terrifying thing is that they don’t seem to have a commander. They carry pillars on their shoulders and smash towards the city gate of Youzhou.

"Oh no, it's the Turkic slave army!"

"Yuan Gu is a madman!" Qin Yun exclaimed, his face changed drastically. He had seen such records in military books before.