The First Tyrant of Daxia

Zhu Rong smiled coldly, hatred burning in her wild eyes. She stepped on the elephant's head with her round legs and gritted her teeth, "I have never been a Jurchen. I am only a member of the Zhu tribe. Since Emperor Wanyan is crossing the river and destroying the bridge, I will let him know what the price is!!"

"You will pay the blood debt of the Zhu tribe and the Xiang army with your blood!"

Hearing this, Fan Qing knew that there was no hope of persuading Zhu Rong, and that there was no way that Zhu Rong would let him go. He then became extremely irritable and started cursing.

"You bitch, you dare to betray the Jurchens and collude with foreign enemies. One day you will pay the price! You will regret it!"

"The Emperor and Empress will destroy your Manchu clan for me!!" he roared madly.

Zhu Rong was a woman who could be easily irritated and had a fierce temper, not to mention her overwhelming hatred. She immediately drew out her scimitar and wanted to control the elephant king to slaughter Fan Qing.

But she caught a glimpse of a heroic figure from the corner of her beautiful eyes, and she bit her red lips tightly, and finally suppressed her anger and dared not act rashly.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew from far away in the valley, bringing with it a hint of coolness. The withered yellow leaves rustled, like the horn of death, which made my scalp tingle no matter how I listened to it.

Fan Qing, who was still cursing angrily, trembled and his face gradually changed color.

Qin Yun's pursuers arrived, coming slowly, lined up in a row, covering the sky and the earth. Behind them was the fighting on the main battlefield, but it was already coming to an end, and this group of ragtag troops had surrendered on a large scale.

"Fan Qing, run, why don't you run!" His teasing voice rang out, surrounding them, exactly the same as Fan Qing's arrogant and complacent tone just now.

"Ah..." More than a thousand Jurchens uttered frightened sounds.

Fan Qing's face was slapped, but he didn't have time to blush. He looked back with fear and said, "Emperor Daxia, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do? Why don't you guess whether you will encounter a bloody disaster later?" Qin Yun smiled slyly, but it looked terrifying no matter how you looked at it.

Everyone in the Xia army, from generals to soldiers, smiled.

Fan Qing blushed and threatened, "Don't be so arrogant! I warn you, I have the Emperor and Empress, and the entire Jurchens, behind me. If you kill me, you will get into big trouble!"

"Hahaha!"

The entire Xia Army seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and they all looked down on and cursed: "Hahaha! Who do you think you are?"

"Who are you, Jurchen?"

"Are you scared, you bastard?"

"Empress, Jurchen? Do you think they can make His Majesty compromise?"

Before Qin Yun could say anything, the soldiers around him made Fan Qing's face turn pale. He was humiliated, but he knew that he couldn't escape today, so his tone softened: "Your Majesty, give me a chance, and give Daxia a chance too!"

"If I die, Xianzhen Valley will be lost, and the emperor will be furious! Why not let me go back and act as a middleman to promote the peace talks between the two countries? I can persuade the empress and the emperor to stop fighting! There is no benefit in continuing the war, Your Majesty, please think twice!"

His eyes were full of expectation and he was completely cowardly. He even put himself on a moral high ground when speaking, as if he was thinking about Qin Yun.

Qin Yun immediately burst out laughing. Was this guy an actor in his previous life? Changing his expression was easier than breathing: "Oh? Peace talks?"

Seeing this, Fan Qing was overjoyed, as if a drowning man had grabbed the last straw to save his life. He walked out of the thousand-man remnant army and faced the dark army, almost flatteringly saying: "Your Majesty, that's right!"

"I can do it. I will definitely do it! I am the cousin of the Empress. She will give me this face. Besides, I have many friends in the Jurchen country. They are all powerful nobles. They don't want war. I believe your country doesn't want it either. Don't forget, there is a Xiongnu in the north who is watching the fight from the mountain!"

At this moment, many people looked at Qin Yun, especially Zhu Rong, fearing that Qin Yun would agree.

In fact, this bastard Fan Qing has some brains. With the loss of the Xianzhen Valley, the Jurchens have lost their barrier and support. Under pressure, the Jurchen high-level officials may really choose to negotiate. He will not be punished too severely and can put the blame on Zhu Rong for everything.

But Qin Yun knew very well that this kind of guy would shout for war and kill when he had an advantage, and was extremely arrogant, but would beg for mercy and reason when he was at a disadvantage. As long as he returned to the Jurchens, he would most likely fight against Daxia even more ruthlessly. His words could not be trusted!

The battlefield gradually calmed down, and there was a smell of blood in the air. The whole valley became very quiet.

The Jurchens were sweating profusely, not daring to breathe, waiting for Qin Yun's reply. Life or death depended on a single thought.

Qin Yun did not speak, but calmly pulled out the bloody long sword, the blade shining and trembling. He waved his hand: "No problem, come here first."

Geek!

The Jurchens' hearts trembled, and Fan Qing's face was more painful than a pig being slaughtered. He trembled and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"

"If I give up resistance, will you swear not to kill me?"

Qin Yun sneered: "There is no enemy in this world that can make me swear. Since you surrender, then show your sincerity."

The scene froze, Fan Qing looked grim and refused to step forward.

Qin Yun suddenly roared, murderous aura gushing out, his majestic body like a god: "Come here, kowtow with every step, and atone for your sins to the Great Xia Heroic Spirit!!"

More than a thousand sturdy Jurchen soldiers were all trembling.

Fan Qing was sweating profusely and his face turned pale. Under tremendous pressure, he gritted his teeth and finally chose to compromise, slowly dismounting in humiliation.

But he was reluctant to kneel. After all, if he knelt down, he would be skinned alive by Emperor Wanyan when he returned to Jurchen. It was too humiliating to kneel down before the enemy at his doorstep.

"Don't you understand His Majesty's decree?" Yan Zhong approached and spoke unhappily, with a strong threatening tone.

Click, click, click!

Fan Qing was forced to struggle, his hand bones were cracking, he knew what this meant, but the fear of death took up more of his position, and finally his bones softened and he fell to his knees with a thud.

Among the more than 1,000 Jurchen soldiers, some were afraid, while others wanted to fight to the death. But without exception, their faces were extremely ugly at this moment, and their commander knelt down. What a shame! !

boom!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd and surrounded by enemies on all sides, Fan Qing walked towards Qin Yun with his veins exposed and his head bowed with every step. At that moment, the scene was extremely shocking.

This was not just kneeling, it also represented that the Jurchen Empire of Emperor Wanyan was labeled with a shameful hat, or even a loud slap in the face.

If you lose the war, you will also lose your dignity!

"Hahaha!" Xia Jun laughed continuously with contempt.

Fan Qing's face turned red, but he pretended not to hear and continued to kneel. The whole process went by very quickly, but to him it felt like a year!

Finally, he knelt in front of Qin Yun, raised his head and forced out an ugly and seductive smile: "Your Majesty, do you think this is okay?"

Qin Yun smiled with satisfaction, then stopped smiling and leaned down: "That's enough, but remember, on the road to the underworld, if you chant my true name, your sins will be halved."

Upon hearing this, the whole audience was shocked and their blood boiled!

Fan Qing froze for a moment, then reacted, his eyes widened with fear and anger: "How dare you go back on your word!"

Qin Yun drew his sword, looking down on everything with such swiftness, and shouted, "So what? Die!"

"No!!" Fan Qing screamed, his mind went blank as he looked at the long sword, and he even forgot to dodge.

Everyone smiled, and Zhu Rong was relieved, but she felt a little sorry that Fan Qing got the upper hand and she couldn't kill him herself. But suddenly, at the critical moment, a loud roar came, deafening!

"Your Majesty, spare his life!!"