The First Tyrant of Daxia

The next day, the sky was unusually good with bright rays of sunshine covering dozens of miles in Kangcheng. It was so bright that it was hard to imagine that this was the weather of the northern Jurchens.

"Let's go!" A loud roar echoed throughout the tent.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The roar shook the sky and was full of momentum.

More than 2,900 carefully selected elite soldiers began to march. They were all wearing black armor, which was thick and heavy but not without intimidation. They were all ruthless men who survived the heap of dead bodies.

Deep in their pupils, there is a trace of faith, and they are willing to die for Qin Yun at any time!

Fifty Jinyiwei, in red clothes with scimitars, had sullen faces and a completely restrained aura. They protected Qin Yun tightly, and one person was as good as ten men.

As they started moving, the Twelve Riders of Yanyun and another 30,000 light cavalry also mounted their horses from two directions, ready to charge at any time.

Unless Qin Yun returns safely, they will not dismount.

Under the fluttering yellow flag, Kou Tianxiong bent over on horseback and said, "Your Majesty, I just received news that General Mu's Shenji Battalion has arrived in Muzhou. He has not taken any rest and is already heading to the vicinity of Kangcheng."

"Also, the matter of the Qi Pill is in good order. A group of refugees have been transferred from the Great Wall to help with the refining. I estimate that after the trip to Cannes, there will be no worries when the war starts, no matter what!"

"Yeah." Qin Yun said "yeah" lightly. He was not very happy at all. It was not perfect to have come this far.

After walking ten miles, we arrived at Cannes.

Qin Yun's heart was filled with ripples and he couldn't calm down. He raised his head and looked at this unknown little town. The red paint on the words "South Gate" had fallen off.

The city gates were wide open, and there was deathly silence and emptiness inside, without even a single passerby. In fact, it was not because the city was cleared out, but because of the war, most of the Jurchens fled.

"Go!" He gave the order without hesitation!

"Yes!"

"The entire army is on alert. One thousand men will guard the South Gate, and the rest will follow me to protect His Majesty!" Kou Tianxiong roared with murderous intent, his right hand already knocking on the knife handle.

After all, once you enter Cannes, anything can happen.

They all knew that blood would be shed today, and Wu Zeng would not be able to escape!

"I obey your command!" The soldiers roared, and the sound of armor rumbled, echoing in the streets of Cannes and shaking the sky.

Rumble.

Immediately, dense footsteps were heard. A thousand elite soldiers were responsible for guarding the city gate, and the rest of the people all entered the main street of Kangcheng. Through the eaves, one could even see Wanyan Honglie's imperial flag fluttering there.

When the two met this time, neither side tested the other, nor hid anything, and they were very energetic and efficient.

On the other side, in the center of Cannes, a huge circular platform was built with a table and two chairs on it, all made of gold, which was very dazzling under the sun.

"Report!!"

"Your Majesty, the Emperor of Daxia has arrived!" The Jurchens shouted with a hint of panic.

Suddenly, more than a thousand Jurchens were shocked, their eyes as big as copper bells, as if they were facing a powerful enemy, and they subconsciously clenched their weapons.

To them, Qin Yun posed a great threat.

Wanyan Honglie, who was sitting on the dragon throne with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, shook his bright yellow dragon robe, and shouted: "Follow me to welcome you!"

He turned around and was about to walk down the platform, but he didn't put on any airs.

"No need, I'm here!" Qin Yun's powerful voice exploded from the street. He appeared directly in black clothes as black as ink, riding a tall horse.

Swish, swish, swish! Countless eyes looked at him.

Especially Wanyan Honglie, a variety of emotions flashed across his face, which was very complicated. He walked down the stairs a few steps and stopped, straightened his back as straight as possible, took a deep breath, and waited quietly for Qin Yun.

Youyou whispered: "You are becoming more and more powerful."

Qin Yun also looked at him on the platform. Their eyes met, and they felt indescribably surprised and strange. It lasted only a second, but it felt very long.

It has been less than a year since we last met. A lot of things have happened and our former close friends have become strangers.

"This bastard is just pretending. Your Majesty doesn't wear bright yellow clothes, so why should he wear it?"

"Are you trying to show off? Humph!" Kou Tianxiong and others cursed in a low voice. They were extremely dissatisfied with Wanyan Honglie.

As the two armies got closer and closer, a strange and cold aura quickly solidified. It could be said that enemies were extremely jealous when they met. If eyes could lead to killing, then this place would already be in chaos!

Qin Yun was very calm. There was some stubble on his face and his sharp eyes were gloomy and serious. He definitely did not have a good attitude.

He dismounted and said, "You just wait here. Wuming can bring a group of people and follow me up."

Kou Tianxiong and some generals from the Martial Arts Hall stepped forward, their eyes solemn, and they said with a stern look: "Your Majesty, be careful!"

Qin Yun smiled calmly. He really didn't believe that Wanyan Honglie would dare to hold the Hongmen Banquet!

He turned around and walked calmly towards the platform. Wuming and other eight Jinyiwei followed closely behind him. Their eyes were working to the limit and the tension was spreading. Even Wuming had sweat on his forehead.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he went up while Wanyan Honglie went down.

One tall and one short, one gold and one black, no matter how you look at it, Wanyan Honglie is the one with the advantage, but Qin Yun's aura is overwhelming and overwhelms him.

This was quite a shock to Wanyan Honglie, and he even felt a little uneasy.

"Brother, long time no see." He smiled, and to show his sincerity, he even asked his personal guards to step back a little.

Hearing this, Qin Yun stopped and looked at him closely, only to feel that he was even more unfamiliar.

He looked far less pure in the dragon robe than when he wore the black robe, and his brows no longer had the open-minded and free-spirited look they had in the past.

This time, he did not call him his brother. He just looked at him calmly and said straight to the point, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor joyful: "Where is the explanation you said?"

Geek!

Wanyan Honglie's heart sank and his smile froze. He knew there was no going back!

Then he took a deep breath and said, "Let's go up and talk. I brought Wu Zeng here with me. I said I would give you an explanation, and I will give you an explanation!"

Hearing this, many female masters looked slightly unhappy, not understanding why His Majesty had to treat Qin Yun with such courtesy.

This might be the cultural difference, which foreigners would not understand. But Wanyan Honglie was different. He had spent most of his time in the Central Plains and was deeply influenced by the culture of the Central Plains. Rather than drawing his sword and fighting, he would rather show courtesy first!

Qin Yun frowned slightly and looked at him deeply, as if to say, I'll trust you once, but don't make the mistake!

He turned and walked up to the platform without waiting for Wanyan Honglie. His attitude was cold and he did not give Wanyan Honglie much face.

This made many Jurchens look angry, but they could only endure it! They already knew the news that the 100,000 Shenji Battalion was heading north, and they were very wary.

Everyone walked onto the platform. Below the north and south sides, there were densely packed soldiers standing. Their seriousness was so serious that one could hear their breathing.

The sun is scorching and the yellow flag is flying.

"Brother, would you like some tea?" Wanyan Honglie lowered his status and wanted to pour tea. His noble face looked very humble at this time.

Qin Yun was slightly unhappy, and he stopped him by pressing the teacup with one hand, and said coldly: "I am not here to listen to your talk about the old relationship, so give your explanation first."

"If you don't give me an explanation, we can't continue the conversation!"

"My man cannot lose an arm in vain!" He spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice, with sharp and domineering eyes, and did not say a single polite word, which caught Wanyan Honglie off guard.

suddenly!

"Your Majesty Daxia, aren't you going too far?!" A harsh voice sounded, and it was the trusted subordinate behind Wanyan Honglie who spoke coldly.

Suddenly, the Jinyiwei burst into murderous intent and looked over quickly. What a bold guy!

Qin Yun's face showed a bone-chilling coldness, and the atmosphere at the scene could be said to have reached its lowest point in an instant.