The First Tyrant of Daxia

That is his former fiancée...

It is a pity that even though there are countless painters in the world, none of them can paint such a sorrow. The woman who was his childhood sweetheart became his nominal aunt and even gave birth to two princes for Emperor Wanyan. Who could bear this?

Who wouldn’t be in pain?

But he didn't hate Fanyin, nor did he hate betrayal. He only hated Emperor Wanyan, and hated himself for being incompetent, causing the country to change hands and his foundation to be stolen...

In the end, he couldn't even take revenge.

Do I really have to stay in Daxia for the rest of my life?

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and screamed in his heart, No! !

The blood of the Jurchen royal family flows in my body, how can I spend my life like this? ! Even if I die, I will die standing!

I have already killed the Bone Clan and cannot implicate others. Second Uncle, since we have to resolve this, I will come back and resolve it with you!

Outside the door, Hongye, the maid who had been waiting all night, was worried. Although she didn't know what had happened, as a maid who had followed for many years, she knew it must be because of that woman.

After all, except for that woman, almost all the people who had been related to the young master in the past were dead.

The most painful thing is silence. The room was silent for a long time, so quiet that Hongye thought Wanyan Honglie had committed suicide by taking poison and prepared to break in.

But suddenly, his voice was heard in the dead silence of the night, resolute, hoarse and heavy!

"Hongye, please hand this letter to His Majesty for me."

Hongye was stunned and slowly pushed the door open. What she saw was Wanyan Honglie, who looked extremely abnormal. He was neither sad nor happy, and did not say a word. Even his hair was combed.

"Young Master... why do you want me to go? Why don't you go by yourself?" Hongye was a little worried and said, "The Jurchen envoy had a falling out with Your Majesty, and Your Majesty took ruthless action today."

"The relationship has already been torn apart. With your Majesty's strong attitude, it is estimated that the war will start soon. The opportunity is right in front of you, young master, you must not be stupid."

Wanyan Honglie said hoarsely: "Even you don't listen to me?"

Hongye trembled, feeling heartbroken: "Young Master, I will go and see you off as soon as the palace gate opens at dawn."

"kindness."

Wanyan Honglie nodded slightly without much expression.

Time passed quickly and dawn arrived.

Hongye came to the palace to ask for a meeting and deliver a letter. As soon as Hongye left, Wanyan Honglie also left quietly from the back door alone without telling anyone.

Xitibi could no longer hold back and sent out the letter. He was sure that he could force Wanyan Honglie to return to his country. The only thing left was to target the Red Cannon.

But after several days of verification, there was still not much gain.

Therefore, he targeted the envoys from various countries.

A sudden rainstorm covered the imperial capital, as if continuing some kind of disturbance. In a courtyard somewhere in the imperial capital, hundreds of people in disguise gathered there, standing still in the drizzle.

You can tell from the look in their eyes that they are not good people.

Xitib, who was originally at the post station, also appeared here strangely, and what was left at the post station was an illusion created by him.

He was covered in wounds, neither human nor ghost.

The rain stained his blood, and he spoke hoarsely like a madman: "Everyone, the time has come!"

"The envoys of various countries must still be asleep at this moment. These bastards dared to betray the Jurchens and side with Daxia. There is nothing we can't do!"

"Kill them and frame Da Xia!"

"As long as the envoys of various countries die and the situation escalates, Daxia will be attacked by all. At that time, the actions of the imperial military will be much easier!"

As he spoke, his face turned fierce, and he tore off the bandage with pain, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "No one can go against the Jurchens!"

"No one can challenge Emperor Wanyan!"

Hundreds of people had murderous gleams in their eyes. Half of them were the envoys in public, and the other half were Xitibiti's hidden assassins, who were trained by him and brought to Daxia.

He was originally here to investigate the Red Cannon, but the situation changed drastically and he was ordered to leave within three days. He planned to act in advance and it would be a good idea to frame Da Xia.

At this moment they roared in a low voice: "We obey your orders, long live the Jurchens!"

"I obey your command. Long live the Jurchens!"

"..."

As diehard fans of Emperor Wanyan, they really didn't know how to write the word death. Anyway, they had already torn their relations apart, and the Jurchens' patience had reached its limit.

It would be abnormal if they didn't do something crazy and try their best to suppress the prosperous Daxia.

But little did they know that everything was part of Qin Yun's plan. Even though Xitibi had connections everywhere, this was the imperial capital, Qin Yun's base camp, and the lair of the Embroidered Uniform Guards!

If they succeed without anyone noticing, the Jinyiwei can retire and return home collectively.

Soon after, the assassination began.

The post station roared: "Do it!!"

Hundreds of people galloped, holding steel knives and charging towards the entire envoy station in the rain.

But suddenly, the scene changed suddenly. The doors of the inn, which was originally silent in the tranquility of dawn, all opened. Black arrows emerged, breaking through the air with sharp whirring sounds, and shot out like pear blossom rain.

"There's an ambush!" the Jurchens roared, looking terrified!

puff……

Bang bang bang.

Corpses fell to the ground one after another, and the blood and rain mixed together, creating a weird scene.

"Ah!!" Screams were heard everywhere, and in some places, fighting had even begun.

"how come?"

"How could the operation be leaked! They are not envoys from other countries, but the imperial guards of Daxia!"

"Son of a bitch!" A Jurchen roared, feeling extremely unwilling and confused.

"Run!" someone yelled, his face already slightly panicked. After all, being ambushed meant...

At this time, the sound of iron armor like thunder rang out. The three thousand imperial guards led by Chang Hong, who had been lying in ambush for a night, now surrounded them from all directions, making it impenetrable and covering the sky and the sun.

"run!"

"Run away, your ancestors!"

"Your Majesty has long seen through your tricks. Those who returned last night were not the real envoys, but the Great Xia Imperial Guards. Do you really think you can do everything? This is the imperial capital, and gods and ghosts are forbidden to enter!" Chang Hong roared with a rolling voice.

"what?"

"No, retreat quickly, it will be too late if it's any later." The Jurchen roared, his face turning pale. If this was the case, then their side would be completely wiped out.

Chang Hong sneered. He had been scolded a lot for Li Youwei's matter, and he was full of anger. He vented it at this moment and pointed his finger: "Your Majesty has ordered that assassins go out at night to assassinate important guests of Daxia. Kill them!!"

"Leave no one behind!"

"Yes!" The imperial guards roared with murderous intent. They advanced with their iron armor and shields like bulldozers, and their sharp spears were like harvesters.

puff……

stab...

"what!!"

"Save me..."

"No, I am the Jurchen envoy, you can't kill me, we didn't do anything!" The Jurchens wailed and screamed.

Chang Hong rode on a tall horse and sneered: "No, you are not a Jurchen envoy, you are an assassin!"

"Kill him!"

"Quick victory, I am still waiting to return and report to His Majesty!"

"Yes!!"

The ensuing fight was extremely brutal. These people of Xitibbi were indeed good at fighting and had undergone inhuman training, but they were surrounded by the imperial guards, and there were three thousand of them.

The scene was like a fight between trapped beasts, bloody and brutal...

The massacre was one-sided, and the blood melted into the rain, which was particularly strange!