The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Have you ever thought about the future, Prince?" Wu Zeng spoke in a low voice as he sat in the chair, and the entire hall was silent.

Wanyan Honglie was not a fool. On the contrary, he was very smart. He said hoarsely, "I have thought about it. I have been unable to sleep every day and night since I came to Muzhou. My future, the future of the Jurchens, my hegemony for thousands of years or my corpse left in the wilderness..."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt as if a heavy burden was weighing on his shoulders!

Wu Zeng sighed, "Prince, I know there are some things you don't like to hear, but I still have to say it. The road ahead is always arranged by Daxia. No matter how good the friendship is, can it really compare to the interests of the country?"

Wanyan Honglie frowned and looked at him: "Without Daxia, there would be no today, let alone hope of restoration. I, Wanyan Honglie, am not a treacherous person. As long as Daxia abides by the agreement, I can do the same!"

Wu Zeng immediately knelt down and said, "Prince, you have misunderstood my humble opinion. I never wanted you to break your promise. I just wanted to remind you to be more prepared and not let others lead you by the nose."

"Otherwise, even if the uprising succeeds and the Jurchens return to your hands, won't they just be vassals of Daxia? They may even become just a few states of Daxia, just like the grasslands in the past."

"Are you willing to let your fate be controlled by others? Are you willing to have the bloody disaster happen again?"

The continuous voices impacted Wanyan Honglie's brain. He gritted his teeth, struggled, and clenched his fists tightly: "Now is not the time to talk about this!"

Wu Zeng sighed, "It may be too late to wait. Your Highness does not need to escape. Those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters. If Your Highness wants another way, I can give you some advice. Otherwise, just pretend that I never said it."

Wanyan Honglie looked up: "What road?"

"The second collaborator."

"Who?"

"The Emperor and Empress's Sanskrit voice!" Wu Zeng's words would never stop shocking the dead.

Boom! Thunder roared in the sky.

Wanyan Honglie was shocked and froze. The ethereal and intelligent figure of the girl appeared in his mind. Should he cooperate with her?

If Qin Yun was here, he would definitely be able to smell the unusual smell! Unfortunately, Wanyan Honglie couldn't smell it!

Wu Zeng's eyes flickered at this moment, and he struck while the iron was hot, saying: "The collapse of Xianzhen Valley is only a matter of time. I received a secret letter that Emperor Wanyan is very dissatisfied with Zhu Rong. Besides, with so many red cannons here, Xianzhen Valley cannot always be a stumbling block."

"And according to Daxia's plan, how much power do you think will be in your hands in the end? But as long as you can have some ideas of your own and quickly control the entire Jurchen without breaking your promise, wouldn't it be better?"

"Empress Fanyin..."

"..."

Wu Zeng's whispers became increasingly low, so low that even if one stood close to the side of the house one could not hear them, and every word was heart-piercing.

Someone once said that appearance reflects the heart, and this person is just like that, with a hooked nose and a lot of thoughts in his mind!

Qin Yun could actually have kept a comprehensive watch on the Restoration Army in Wengcheng and placed spies there. As long as he wanted to know, he would know everything. However, he did not do so. He even rejected any suggestion.

It was just because he didn't want Wanyan Honglie to have a rift with him, but people's hearts were the hardest to grasp.

The next day, before dawn, the entire Muzhou was shrouded in a dark blue light, and an army of 60,000 had already set out, making it appear as if they were marching in secret.

Go through the Pixiu Road to the Beiting battlefield!

The entire journey takes two days. It is neither far nor close, and there are mostly mountains and canyons along the way.

The moment the army left the city, the entire border was in turmoil, and countless Jurchen scouts were hiding in the dark to monitor them.

In the long convoy, the most eye-catching chariot had the imperial flag flying, which represented the emperor's chariot frame, but strangely, it was empty inside!

What a large number of Jinyiwei and troops are protecting is the air!

"Your Majesty, Zhu Rong has definitely taken the bait. I have sensed the presence of many enemy scouts along the way, but I don't know where she will choose to strike."

"If it's too early, General Xiao Jian and the troops in Pingjian Tower won't be able to form a siege." Old Feng disguised himself as a soldier, walking on foot with a worried look on his face.

Qin Yun, who was riding a warhorse and dressed as a lieutenant, had already hidden in the army. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Zhu Rong won't attack in advance. We are too close to Muzhou now, and she is afraid of reinforcements."

"In the middle of Pixiu Road, I have already chosen a perfect location for Zhu Rong!"

Hearing this, Old Feng smiled with relief. Your Majesty has made no mistake. Zhu Rong should be able to escape.

On horseback, Qin Yun glanced meaningfully into the depths of the canyon in the distance.

Thirty thousand people advanced at a slow pace, and all was peaceful along the way. At most they encountered one or two ferocious beasts from the north, but they didn't even see the shadow of the enemy.

However, as the march continued, countless dead bones, debris, and broken weapons were found!

The Muzhou battlefield and the Beiting battlefield were the two main battlefields between Daxia and the Jurchens. In comparison, the Beiting battlefield was more chaotic, with countless battles of varying sizes, each with casualties.

This was a move Qin Yun made at the beginning because he was worried that the Huns would intervene.

More than ten hours later, it was already late at night, in the middle of the Pi Xiu Road.

This was a huge open space with a few villages and surrounded by mountains on three sides. It was not a good location, but Qin Yun strangely ordered the entire army to rest on the spot.

"Your Majesty, there are Jurchen women and children ahead. I am worried that they are spies. Should we..." Kou Tianxiong hesitated to speak.

Qin Yun looked and saw that those people could only be called refugees, with ragged clothes. In the game between the Yelu family and Xiao Jian, they became homeless.

"That's not necessary. I'm afraid Zhu Rong doesn't know the exact location. Give those people some food and drive them away to avoid accidental injuries."

Kou Tianxiong nodded: "Yes!"

There were countless torches and the mountains were dead silent. Qin Yun looked around and sighed, "The wind is really strong tonight. If Zhu Rong could also find the Yelu family's ace troops, I could destroy them together. Unfortunately, the possibility is not great."

After half a stick of incense.

On the high slope surrounded by mountains on three sides, teams of soldiers in uniform suddenly appeared. They didn't even have torches, but they were familiar with the terrain and walked as if it were flat ground.

They tiptoed and lay on the high slope, their cold eyes like a pack of wolves, overlooking the area below with a hint of bloodthirstiness.

And the leader was none other than Zhurong!

She was dressed in tight clothes and dark red armor, outlining her voluptuous figure. She had a thorough observation of the thousands of beacons and soldiers in the camp below.

Especially when he swept past the main battle tank, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Have you seen the big summer child?"

The person beside him shook his head and whispered, "Emperor Daxia didn't show up, but his main battle chariot has been filled with high-ranking generals coming in and out, as if they were discussing something."

"We have received news that Xiao Jian's national defense tiger guards have already arranged for reinforcements and are planning to welcome the Great Xia Emperor. Leader, are we going to take action?"

Zhu Rong glanced at him coldly: "What do you think?"

Everyone lying on the high slope trembled directly! Feeling the bone-chilling cold, they quickly shrank their necks. From the moment they stole the marching route to Daxia, Zhu Rong mobilized the army at the first time, almost disobeying the imperial decree of Emperor Wanyan, and came to raid!

Is it possible for her to back down at the critical moment?