The First Tyrant of Daxia

Three hours later, it was late at night.

Alutai is a road that runs across Tongcheng, Mangguan, and the north, not far from Qin Yun’s base camp.

Almost all of the Xia army's logistical supplies were transported from here, but in order to ensure the safety of the supplies, they were generally transported from the east. But this time, the food and fodder were transported from the west.

Da da da……

The sound of horse hooves was dense, echoing along the mountain path, continuous and stretching as far as the eye can see.

On the other side of the night, countless Jurchens were lying in a row on the high slope. Their eyes were like those of jackals, tigers and leopards, staring at the mountain path intently.

Looking behind them, they saw soldiers crawling all over the mountains and plains, as dark and terrifying as a swarm of locusts. However, they made no sound at all. They knew the terrain well and did not even need torches.

It is hard to imagine that there is such murderous intent just across a high slope.

Someone spoke in a hoarse and dull voice: "Marshal, it is definitely a grain truck team."

"Great!" Someone was excited and said with gritted teeth: "This is definitely the main food supply for the Xia army. It stretches for a long distance. How much food does this need for the army!"

"If we burn Xia Jun, what the hell is he going to do in Jincheng?"

"Hahaha!"

Snapped!

The man who was laughing was slapped down by a slap. Gan Fu growled with his veins exposed: "Shut up, or I will skin you alive if the enemy finds out!"

The man vomited blood, covered his cheek, trembled, and nodded repeatedly.

All the generals of the Restoration Army who were lined up in a row were horrified and dared not speak a word.

Ever since the last defeat, the Marshal has been moody and extremely cautious. Although they dared not comment on it, they all knew that the Marshal was still in fear.

"Hmph, something's not right!" Gan Fu narrowed his eyes. The one-eyed dragon's attire and his burly body made him look more like a mountain king. All his halo was shattered by the battle in Tongcheng.

"How come the cart transporting grain is so light?"

"Qin Yun only sent such a small number of people to escort such a large amount of food?" He asked repeatedly, with suspicion in his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, others also discovered the problem.

But the next second, a Restoration Army scout came running over, panting and bending over: "Marshal!"

"I saw it with my own eyes. Three hours ago, the entire army of Daxia set up camp to rest and there was no unusual movement!"

"As long as we destroy the food delivery convoy within a few hours, the Xia army will not be able to react at all."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, the flame of revenge burned, and they completely forgot about the doubts they had just discovered.

"Are you sure?!" Gan Fu grabbed the scout with his hand as big as a palm fan, his eyes full of fanaticism.

He dreamed of avenging his humiliation and saving his position with a victory, but after bringing 50,000 people with him, he dared not do anything for several days.

He knew that attacking the Daxia army was like an old man eating arsenic, thinking his life was too long. But now he could destroy the food convoy, which would be a greater achievement than suppressing the army!

The scout nodded heavily: "General, I am sure that the 180,000 troops are probably asleep now!"

"If the information is false, I will pay with my own head!"

"Hahaha!" Gan Fu laughed loudly, his beard trembling. He laughed louder and more wildly than the general who had been slapped just now.

"it is good!"

"Qin Yun, you didn't expect this day to come!"

"I'll cut off your food supply first!"

His eyes flashed with hatred, and he drew his sword with a roar. His tall and burly figure stood on the high slope, pointed at a distance, and said with high spirits: "Kill!!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Tens of thousands of people stood up in an instant and rushed down, causing the mountain to tremble and dust to billow.

Suddenly, there was a roar like a tsunami, which made the long grain transport convoy nervous: "Here they come!"

“It really came!”

"retreat!!"

"Retreat!" The chief commander of the grain transport was Xiahou Peng, a student of the second term of the Martial Arts Hall. At this moment he roared anxiously but not panicked.

With almost no hesitation, the 3,000-man grain transport army retreated like a tide, ignoring the grain carts and showing no intention of resisting.

They even fled without seeing the faces of the Jurchens and without knowing their number.

This scene stunned the Restoration Army.

This is not like Xia Jun’s style!

Rumble!

Fifty thousand Jurchens took control of the situation with lightning speed, wielding scimitars, and surrounded countless grain carts.

Gan Fu arrived shortly afterwards, his face flushed. Looking at Xia Jun who was fleeing frantically at the end of the night, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if washing away the haze in his heart.

"The damn Xia army is full of good-for-nothings. They all fled before I could even start a move."

"A bunch of trash!"

"Run slower, I will kill you all!"

"Qin Yun, why aren't you here? I'll settle all old and new scores with you here!" He said viciously, wanting to chop off Qin Yun's head in his dreams.

As soon as the voice fell, the senior generals of the 50,000 people all bowed and flattered him: "Marshal, you are mighty!"

"Before they even arrived, the Overlord's body had already scared the hell out of the Xia army."

"If we seize the food and grass, we can force the Xia army to retreat without a fight, which is a great achievement that will determine the outcome of the war!"

"That's great! Haha!"

Hearing his men shouting, Ganfu's mood instantly improved a lot, and he even felt that his future was bright. He waved his hand and said in high spirits: "Burn the grain!"

As soon as he gave the order, he was slapped in the face. A pig-killing wail resounded throughout the army: "Marshal, we've fallen into a trap!"

“This is not food!”

"It's filled with splinters of wood and strips of cloth!"

Upon hearing this, the Restoration Army was shocked: "What?!"

Gan Fu's face turned purple, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. He dismounted from his horse with a bang and rushed to a grain cart.

Stab it!

He tore open the bag, and his scalp exploded. Inside was broken wood, cloth strips, and some sand...

There's food for the birds!

The whole army was furious, and one after another people tore open the cloth bags on the grain carts, but the result was always the same.

"Marshal, this is also fake. Everything on the grain truck is fake!"

“It’s all rags!”

"Not a grain of food!"

Falling from heaven to hell, Ganfu's head was buzzing. He gradually became so angry that his whole body was shaking. His five fingers were banging and he roared, "You bastard, I fell into your trap!"

"Retreat, retreat quickly!" His voice was about to break, full of urgency. From the moment he found out that the grain truck was fake, he knew it was dangerous.

The 50,000-strong army was thrown into chaos, and their joy was in vain before they had time to take any action.

On both sides of the hillside, dust was rising, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and countless torches were raised, lighting up the sky like day.

drive!

Call! !

"Retreat, where are you retreating to?!"

Qin Yun's deep voice was like a decree from a god, making the Restoration Army's scalps numb and feel as if they were falling into an icy cave.

This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy of Da Xia. A trace of fear flashed in everyone's eyes. Looking at the dark army coming from all directions, they thought it was the arrival of 180,000 Xia troops. The momentum was too great.

"Escape, escape!"

"The Daxia army is coming!"

"How did they get here?"

"Didn't they say they were already in dreamland?"