The First Tyrant of Daxia

The eyes of Feng Lao and others flickered, and the Jinyiwei began to act secretly. It was impossible for them to let Jiang Tie leave.

But suddenly, something strange happened!

Murong Shunhua, who had disappeared quietly, appeared again and blocked Jiang Tie's way.

Behind her, there were thousands of wounded soldiers, all supporting each other, wearing bandages, looking extremely heroic.

They looked straight at Jiang Tie.

Jiang Tie felt goosebumps all over, as he had never faced so many people before. There was a hint of nervousness on his old face. What did this mean?

Suddenly, snap!

Many wounded soldiers threw away their crutches, and then five thousand people knelt down like a wave, without exception.

Everywhere you look, you see a sea of ​​black soldiers kneeling on the ground. Even those without legs are lying on the ground petitioning. It is extremely shocking!

Jiang Tie panicked. He had been a small figure all his life, so how could he dare to be knocked on the knees by so many soldiers? He subconsciously tried to help, but found that there were 5,000 people, and it was impossible to help them all.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Yun also rushed over and was stunned when he saw this scene.

Murong Shunhua, who was leading the group, actually bowed. There was absolutely no hypocrisy on her stunning face. If it weren't for her status as an imperial concubine, she would not have been afraid to kneel.

The voice was clear and loud: "Please ask Mr. Jiang to oversee the repair of the cannon to prevent the common people from suffering!"

Five thousand wounded soldiers shouted with hope in their eyes: "Master Jiang, please take charge of repairing the cannon to prevent the people of the world from suffering!"

The scene was so shocking that it made people's scalps numb. Those were the knees of 5,000 wounded soldiers defending their country. Who could bear it?

Jiang Tie got goosebumps all over his body, his face was anxious, and sweat was pouring down his forehead: "Get up, get up and talk, don't do this!"

He also knelt down with a thud.

A soldier screamed, "Mr. Jiang, as long as you are willing to help the court get that thing, I will be your son and take care of you until the end of your life!"

"Yes, there's me too!" A wounded soldier patted his chest.

Some people were trembling: "I can't die, I really can't die, my eldest brother and second brother both died in the Youzhou battlefield!"

Another soldier cried, "Mr. Jiang, I am an orphan, and I am willing to be your son, as long as you are willing to help and save the people of the world!"

"Only your majesty's weapons can defeat the Turks!"

"It doesn't matter if we die, but the folks, women and children behind us cannot be affected by the war!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"I want to go home. I have an old mother at home!"

"Please, Mr. Jiang, please help me!"

"..."

The howling and begging at the top of one's lungs were enough to make anyone jealous. Even if Jiang Tie had a heart as hard as a rock, he could not hold out against such pleading.

His eyes turned red and he felt compassion. Personal grudges were no longer important.

Although he is just a small person, he still has a kind heart at this time of national disaster. He does not want anything else but just wants these children to go back and see their old mother as soon as possible.

He understood how painful it was for people to have white hair and black hair when they grow old!

"it is good!"

"I help!"

"I know! I'll let you go home early!" Jiang Tie gritted his teeth, his veins exposed, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks!

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I developed admiration for Jiang Tie. Who says that small people can't have great feelings?

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, and thank you, father!" Five thousand wounded soldiers kowtowed with great piety.

Jiang Tie was a straightforward man. He immediately rushed over to help the man, muttering, "Get up, kid, get up!"

"..."

Qin Yun felt very uncomfortable about this. If it weren't for the tears and sobs of these five thousand wounded soldiers, Jiang Tie might have left.

Murong Shunhua walked up to him and said, "You won't blame me for acting on my own, right?"

Qin Yun smiled bitterly and ruffled her hair: "How could it be? You have helped me a lot. It is not shameful to bend down for the dawn of the world."

"If I can, I will be gay too!"

Murong pursed her lips and smiled, like a blooming flower, with an ethereal air. Being able to help Qin Yun was the happiest thing for her besides giving birth to a baby princess.

Soon after, the five thousand wounded soldiers were comforted and sent back to the sick and wounded camp.

Jiang Tie looked at these wounded soldiers in their early twenties as if they were his own children. He felt so distressed that his life seemed to have found direction all of a sudden.

He came in front of Qin Yun, his expression still stiff: "I'm helping them, not the court!"

Qin Yun was not surprised at all and said solemnly: "Okay!"

"I respect you!"

He bowed his hands.

Jiang Tie was startled and opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

It was visibly seen that the expressions of Nie Tu and the others had all improved, and there was hope.

Then, Qin Yun said vigorously: "Master Feng, quickly take Master Jiang back to the depths of the Protectorate and immediately start repairing a series of parts!"

"Nie Tu, Jin Zhu, please cooperate fully and make a red cannon as soon as possible for me to see."

"The news must not be leaked, send the army to protect us!"

There were heavy sounds, and it felt like a storm was about to come. The red cannon was officially pushed into the last stage. Once it came out, the ancestors of the Turks would probably want to move their graves!

"Yes!!" everyone shouted and acted quickly!

Soon, everyone left.

Deep in the Protectorate, Jiang Tie worked day and night, bringing more than 150 top blacksmiths to start rebuilding the body of the red cannon.

Yes, remake it! All the previous ones are gone!

He used his own way to break through the level, and the entire Sirius City was serving him. It could be said that it was like thunder.

Qin Yun was almost insane. He retreated from the depths of the Protectorate, unable to sleep at night. He rolled around on the bed, his blood boiling. He kept muttering, "When the red cannon comes out, I'm going to blow Yuan Gu's head into a chicken coop!"

Murong Shunhua was deeply troubled by this, and finally had no choice but to clamp him down, and he finally behaved himself.

……

Overlord.

The Turkic base camp, where the tent of the King of the North Court stood.

Yuan Gu was no fool. He did not take the city of Chejun. If he had taken it, it would have given the Xia army the opportunity to surround and kill him.

It was also on this night that Yuan Gu came up with a horrifying military plan. He stared at the night sky, determined to put the entire world under his feet!

A few days ago, he told Qin Yun that after the hot summer, the city would fall. In fact, these eight words were just a strategy to let the Xia army relax their vigilance.

With one order tonight, the 200,000 wolf cavalry and 100,000 Turkic infantry along the southern line began to move quietly. From a God's perspective, it was Yuan Gu who changed the entire situation of the Youzhou battlefield.

No one knew his specific plan, and Akins only knew a little bit, but in just a few days, Yuan Gu could turn the world upside down without anyone noticing.

It has to be said that he is a rare hero in a century, and every move he makes is a killing move!

And Qin Yun was not in Youzhou City at the moment, but was in Xiliang urging the birth of the magical weapon, the Red Cannon!

This time, both sides, without any prior agreement, wanted to kill each other!

Under the dangerous night, a racing game quietly begins...