The First Tyrant of Daxia

Suddenly, clouds of dust rose up and a large number of troops fled.

"Your Majesty, look! Fan Qing is trying to escape! Further ahead is an area our army has never set foot in. Not only is the route unclear, it is also easy to be ambushed!" a general shouted.

Qin Yun stared at the blurry figure of Fan Qing in the distance, gritting his teeth and saying, "We can't let him go back! Charge for me and intercept them at the front of the mountain road!"

"Shoot!" He gave the order quickly. It would not be his style if he didn't make Fan Qing, the emperor's special envoy, pay a heavy price here.

shhhhhh...

Dense array of arrows rose up and fell like pear blossom rain, the density was daunting.

Puff puff……

Countless flowers of blood burst out, the Jurchens wailed, fell off their horses, and were trampled to pieces by their own army's footsteps. Not to mention, a large number of Jurchen troops overturned and were in great chaos.

There were brave men in the army who threw their spears with hatred. The spears emitted a dazzling light in the sunlight and stabbed fiercely in the direction of the enemy's escape.

boom!

The lieutenant general beside Fan Qing was nailed to the ground by a spear. He was pulled by the fast-running war horse and died a miserable death.

"Ah!!" Fan Qing roared, his face flushed. This general was none other than his favorite brother-in-law, but now he was dying tragically in front of him.

"Emperor of Daxia, I will not be a human being if I don't avenge this!"

He cursed bitterly, then looked around, only to find that the distance between his army and Qin Yun was getting closer and closer, and most of his subordinates were in chaos, confused by the arrows and the pursuit, and had no strict adherence to military rules. This was the difference in quality!

"General! The rear army has been caught up!" a scout shouted in fear.

"Ignore them, escape to the mountain path behind first, then the Emperor of Daxia won't be able to do anything to me!" Fan Qing charged forward without looking back, his face filled with fear, anger, and cold-bloodedness...

"Yes!"

A group of senior generals under Fan Qing began to flee with some of their troops. The so-called "a pack of wolves catch all the birds in its den" is exactly this principle. How could a general like Fan Qing have a strong army? As long as he is at a disadvantage, he will surely be defeated.

After a chase, the Jurchens suffered heavy casualties. From a distance, they were smashed to pieces by Qin Yun's cone-shaped army, and the corpses were laid out in a straight line.

But Fan Qing succeeded, using the lives of his men to buy some time and was able to escape.

"Hahaha! Emperor of Daxia, keep chasing me! Keep chasing me!" He laughed wildly, with a hint of pride and sarcasm: "We'll see. One day you'll have to pay the price!"

Qin Yun's eyes darkened, and a terrifying murderous intent rose and fell. This Fan Qing was not the first time to provoke him. He clamped his horse's back and chased after him, determined to chop off Fan Qing's head!

Rumble…

The horse galloped, three hundred meters, two hundred meters... the rolling dust and black torrent were very eye-catching, but it was still some distance away from catching up with Fan Qing himself. If he escaped, it would be difficult to catch him in the future.

Just when Qin Yun was feeling frustrated and anxious, his eyes widened and he stared at the mountain path ahead, where there was a large piece of reflective black armor.

"Your Majesty, that, that is..."

"That's the armor style of Daxia. It's our army!" a general on horseback exclaimed.

"It's General Kou. General Kou's right wing troops have come in. Hahaha! God will not let down those who work hard!" someone shouted excitedly.

Seeing this, Qin Yun showed a cold smile, and the sense of urgency in his body disappeared instantly. He casually raised his hand, and the speed of the entire army's charge slowed down. When Kou Tianxiong appeared to block the way, Fan Qing became a turtle in a jar, not even a turtle, at most a dead fish on the chopping board!

At this moment, Kou Tianxiong's elite troops were divided into three lines of defense. The first line was shieldmen, forming a dark wall. The second line was spearmen, who could pierce the horses if the enemy rushed forward.

The third group was composed of densely packed archers, whose bows sounded like thunder, aiming at Fan Qing’s fleeing army.

At first glance, it was a dragnet! It was an almost suffocating pursuit.

"Hey!!"

Countless war horses neighed, and nearly a thousand people stopped alive after charging at high speed, leaving "brake marks" on the ground.

Fan Qing's face instantly turned purple and he stared straight ahead. How did the Daxia army come here?

"General, the pursuers behind us are coming. What should we do?"

"It's over, we are surrounded!"

"General, please think of a solution quickly. I don't want to die here!" The Jurchen deserters were in panic and filled with the shadow of death.

Fan Qing's veins were exposed. He knew he couldn't charge forward, so he could only tighten the reins and quickly ordered: "Retreat to the west!"

"Yes!"

When the horses of more than a thousand people just turned around, a roar resounded through the sky: "His Majesty wants you dead, the King of Hell dare not stay for three hours! You bastard, where are you going to escape!!"

That was Yan Zhong. If we only talk about the troops coming from the imperial capital to guard the border, he would be the ceiling of military strength. After all, he was the top martial arts scholar! But Mu Le, He Ya and others were too dazzling.

The armored soldiers rushed down the hillside with a rattling sound, most of them were covered in blood. It was obvious that they had fought their way here and finally caught up with the final encirclement.

Yan Zhong held a black golden spear in his hand, looking very powerful. He led the way alone and blocked the west.

"Ah!!" Fan Qing roared, he was completely panicked, his hands had turned white, he tightened the reins and headed east again, trying to escape with his men.

But at this moment, the east has also been blocked, and there is a huge elephant. Its shadow covering the sky is like a sacred mountain. It lies there, and its brutal eyes emit a light of hatred.

That was the Elephant King. Both it and Zhu Rong on top of it were covered in blood. That was from the traitor Zhu Yi. It looked like he must have died miserably, otherwise there wouldn't be blood and minced meat in the Elephant King's mouth...

At this moment, surrounded on all sides, the remaining troops of Fanqing were helpless!

The breath of death was in the air. Fear was written in the pupils of every Jurchen. They kept looking around like frightened birds, and their hands holding swords were shaking.

"How to do how to do?"

"There are people everywhere. Our 80,000-man army has been completely wiped out!"

"They surrendered, and the Valley of the Breach is over..."

Gulu!

Fan Qing was panicking, afraid of death. After swallowing hard, he looked towards Zhurong in the east and begged, "Zhurong, you and I are both Jurchens. Please spare me. I will remember this kindness! I will not tell the emperor what happened here either."

"Or you can come back with me, and I'll ask the Emperor and Empress to help you gain control of the Elephant Army and clear up the misunderstanding!"

"Hurry, hurry! He's coming..."

He was anxious and afraid, and kept looking back, as if some terrible person was approaching. Even the horses of the more than a thousand soldiers became anxious and kept kicking their hooves, as if the god of death had come.