The First Tyrant of Daxia

Under the entire Youzhou city, there were only screams, wails, and raging fires.

The entire Turkic army was stunned and stood still for three seconds.

Yuan Gu's face was covered in black dirt and he was in a terrible state after being blown away by the aftermath. He heard the sound of the shells disappear, just like a drowning man grabbing the last straw to save his life.

He stood up and asked, “What’s going on?”

The Turkic wolf riders were all delighted: "They are gone?"

"Xia Country's magic weapons have always been limited, so they must be gone!"

"We have a chance to counterattack!"

Even a hero like Yuan Gu couldn't help but get excited at this moment, because the higher the person is, the harder he will fall if he loses.

He couldn't bear it, and neither could the Turks.

Even if the shells are gone, the battle in Youzhou can still be won!

But Qin Yun's attack once again destroyed Yuan Gu's last hope and also extinguished the last glimmer of hope for the Turkic militarism!

Some Turks wailed: "What, what is that?"

"Is that the thing that can blow up the chariot?"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, eighty-eight red cannons slowly rolled down the hill, their red paint dazzling and little smoke coming out of their muzzles.

"No...not good!"

“They’re going to bomb more!”

A terrified voice sounded, but before anyone could react, the red cannon began a new round of bombing, this time even more accurate!

Bang bang bang! !

A large number of shells rose into the sky and then fell down.

"Grand Duke, be careful!" The Turkic guards shouted heartbreakingly and pounced on Yuan Gu to protect him with their bodies.

Boom...

Click, click, click!

The cold defensive shield composed of countless iron armors could have been able to withstand the impact of thousands of troops, but at this moment it encountered the red cannon and was completely turned into pieces.

There was a sound of earth-shaking, flames shot up into the sky, mud flew up into the sky, and even the entire Youzhou City trembled three times...

Huchi...

boom!

Thousands of Turks were blown away and crushed to death.

The shield bearers’ arms were all blown off, and their bodies were scattered all over the ground...

"Ah!!" The screams and wails reached a climax again, composing a funeral song.

Qin Yun looked at the 100,000 wolf riders who were less than a mile away, with blood flowing like a river, corpses lying everywhere, and people and horses lying on the ground. He felt indescribable joy in his heart.

The hatred of the past flashed back to him, and all the hatred for the country and family made him almost crazy. What about killing people? What about slaughtering the army? !

He rode his horse beside the cannon and shouted in a very domineering manner: "Yuan Gu, aren't you very arrogant?!"

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Get out of here! If you have the guts, don't retreat!"

"I'll give you a chance. Let's fight like men and leaders. Show your face!"

The artillery troops also roared wildly, as if venting the anger they had accumulated since the start of the war: "Ashina Yuangu, get out and face off!"

The sound was like thunder, deafening, and even the sound of artillery shells exploding the earth could not cover it.

More than 10,000 of them advanced slowly, firing cannons as they moved forward, creating a crushing situation. The 100,000-strong Turkic army was either fleeing or dying, and was constantly retreating.

Ten thousand people are chasing a hundred thousand people to slaughter them, but the hundred thousand people have no way to stop them and can only scream. How spectacular is it?

Yuan Gu, who had crawled out from the pile of dead bodies, turned pale when he heard Qin Yun's provocation.

"puff……!"

He sprayed blood mist all over the sky, looking at the purgatory on earth and the 100,000 elite soldiers who were defeated. He was heartbroken and screamed ferociously with reason: "Retreat, the whole army retreat!!"

"Order Akins to leave the city immediately and not fight any more!"

"Grand Duke, the city has been breached!"

"Are we going to be defeated like this?"

"Let's fight them, we still have a chance!" Some extremists were unwilling to give up and wanted to charge forward with knives in hand.

Snapped!

Yuan Gu slapped him hard: "This is an order!"

His pupils were already bulging with blood, he knew that defeat was inevitable, if he stayed any longer, the last spark of the Wolf Riders would be lost.

He boasted that he had never been afraid of others in his life, but at dusk, the eighty-eight red monsters frightened him. He was more unwilling than anyone else to retreat, but what else could he do?

Let the cavalry charge and die?

"Yes!!"

"Retreat!" the Turks roared in frustration.

Tens of thousands of wolf riders, leaving behind endless corpses and horses, began to give up their positions and fled frantically.

But how could Qin Yun give up?

First, let Ping Jianlou lead 7,000 Xiliang cavalry to charge into the city to help.

Then he led the artillery corps and continued the bombardment.

bang bang bang...

The earth trembled, the sky cried and people howled, and countless Turkic flags were blown to pieces and caught fire.

"what!!"

Countless Turks were still being tortured, with bombs flying all over the sky and blood flowing profusely.

It lasted for about half an incense stick of time.

A cannonball accurately hit the chariot of the King of the North Courtyard. With a loud bang, black smoke billowed, and the chariot was torn into pieces. No one inside was left alive...

The Turks finally fled, their army in disarray, numbering only about 40,000. However, since the artillery fire, 30,000 Turks had been scattered.

In other words, only 30,000 people were actually killed, but it was true that 100,000 Wolf Riders were destroyed, and it was the first battle of the Red Cannon.

"Your Majesty, we can still chase!" The soldiers in red coats and cannons were already blood-thirsty, and they were all excited, intoxicated by the beautiful sight of the continuous artillery fire.

So cool!

The Turks were completely powerless to fight back the first time they were attacked, and it was a one-sided massacre!

Qin Yun took a look at the body of the red cannon. It was not only red, but also bright red, enough to cook an egg. If it continued to bombard like this, it would definitely explode.

He shook his head and said, "We can't bomb it anymore."

"One hundred thousand wolf riders can counterattack, but they were frightened when the red cannons appeared for the first time."

"If we are counterattacked, the eighty-eight red cannons might be stolen."

Hearing this, everyone was startled, and looking at the broken earth full of holes, they smiled with satisfaction.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

"There's still fighting going on in the city, but the red cannons can't be pushed in because there are too many corpses." Someone frowned.

Thousands of people finally reacted to the shouting and screaming in Youzhou City, and their expressions became solemn.

Qin Yun sneered: "Half of the red cannons are on guard against the Turkic counterattack, and the other half are guarding the east, west, and north gates for me!"

"The Turkic Wolf Riders have escaped. Akins, don't even think about running away!"

"If I don't turn all those who killed me into mud, I am not the emperor!"

……

Inside the city, smoke was everywhere and there were corpses everywhere. There were piles of corpses as high as a person on both sides of the street. It was so tragic!

Even though hundreds of cannons were fired and the bombardment continued, not many people paid attention to it, because this is hell and the Shura field.

Everyone is busy killing people, who cares about the outside world?

The East Gate Master said that He Ya was dug out from the pile of dead bodies by Tong Wei and others. He had three knives stuck in his body, his neck was still bleeding, and he was barely breathing...

Mu Le was not in much better condition. He had to use a long knife to poke the ground to stand up. There was no visible wound, but he was covered in blood and trembling constantly.

In fact, it all depends on willpower.

The strange thing is that although the Xia army suffered heavy casualties, there were still many Turks, but they did not dare to attack and stood still.