The First Tyrant of Daxia

Gan Fu was almost so angry that he vomited blood. When he heard the word "dreamland", he felt his cheeks burning hot and was furious. He wanted to drag the scout out and cut him into pieces with his sword, but now was not the time to hold him accountable.

His eyes were about to burst out as he scanned the surroundings, trying to find Qin Yun, but he couldn't.

"Get out!"

"The entire army must not continue fighting!" he ordered quickly.

Then, a member of the Restoration Army shouted, "Marshal, we can't retreat. We are surrounded."

"How many people are there?!" Ganfu roared.

"Marshal, they are the ones outside!"

"What should I do if the intelligence is wrong?"

The horses were neighing, and fifty thousand people huddled together, already in a panic.

Gan Fu was so angry that his eyes turned bloodshot. He kept looking around, but it was too dark, and because of the two men being tall and short, he had no way of estimating the number of Xia's troops.

We can only guess from the number of dust and flags that there were at least tens of thousands of people.

"Qin Yun, now that you're here, why are you being such a coward? Come out!" He shouted, trying to mediate and buy time instead of going into battle right away.

An imperial flag was raised, extremely conspicuous, and below it was Qin Yun, riding a warhorse with a faint smile on his face.

"Don't look for me, I'm here."

Hearing the voice, Gan Fu turned around and looked at him fiercely with anger in his eyes. The feeling of being led by the nose made him crazy.

"You're right. Now that we're here, don't be a coward."

"When I was lying in ambush just now, I seemed to hear you saying that it would be best if I were here too, so that we can settle all the old and new accounts together, right?"

"Very good, let's end it tonight." Qin Yun said in a calm tone with a hint of teasing.

The next moment, there were the sounds of countless bows being drawn, aimed at the 50,000 surrounded Restoration Army.

"Ah!" The Restoration Army cried out in panic.

Gan Fu's face turned green and red, as if he had been slapped hard in the face. "Qin Yun, don't be so arrogant. Things will change. One day, you will lose the upper hand, humph!"

Qin Yun looked at him disdainfully and said calmly, "Is being arrogant against the law?"

Gan Fu only had one eye, staring at Qin Yun: "Don't think I don't know, you don't have many people here, and it's impossible for all 180,000 troops to come here!"

"You may not be able to defeat me tonight!"

Qin Yun's expression remained unchanged. In fact, there were indeed only 20,000 people.

"Not many people? It seems that you are blind in one eye and your eyesight is not good."

"You!" Ganfu's sore spot was hit, his facial features became ferocious, and his eyes revealed a hint of ferocity.

"I'll give you one chance. Dismount and surrender, kneel at my feet, and all 50,000 of you will be exempt from trial!" Qin Yun looked down at them, showing his confidence to the fullest.

Tens of thousands of the Twelve Riders of Yanyun held long swords, with murderous eyes, as if to say, "If you don't agree, I'm going to take action right away."

Upon hearing this, the Restoration Army, which had been in a panic after falling into the trap, became even more panicked.

Fifty thousand people didn't even dare to fart, their momentum was completely suppressed.

Gan Fu's veins were exposed: "Surrender, dream on!"

"If you have the guts today, you can annihilate us all. You are no better than me!"

"When your majesty leads the Restoration Army to Jincheng, the world will be settled. By then, you will be a foil. All the traitors like Yelu Yan will be liquidated. Don't be too proud too soon!"

Qin Yun's face turned cold, filled with murderous intent: "So, you just don't want to kneel?"

"I kneel to your ancestors!" Gan Fu cursed angrily, his veins exposed, looking very tough.

But the 50,000 Restoration Army soldiers around him had pale faces and uncertain eyes. They instinctively felt that since the Xia army dared to surround them, they must have an advantage in manpower and support, which they did not have.

Qin Yun gave them a chance, and their military morale gradually began to fall apart.

Qin Yun was not angry, but Gan Fu's arrogance obviously angered the Twelve Riders of Yanyun, and each of them was filled with murderous intent!

Qin Ci hid at the back, in the triangular cavalry formation, leading the vanguard alone, holding a spear horizontally, with cold eyes, like a sculpture, but he could no longer hold back. As long as he received the order, he and his subordinates would act as swiftly as the collapse of mountains and rivers!

Looking around, the black masses of cavalry looked like messengers from hell.

Qin Yun said calmly: "If that's the case, then there's no need for me to keep you."

"Listen!" He raised his voice and shouted to the fifty thousand people, "It's not that I don't give you a chance, it's your commander Gan Fu who doesn't leave you any chance."

"He wants to leave his name in history and die on the battlefield. I will grant his wish!"

Hearing this, Gan Fu's face turned green with anger. How could he not know that Qin Yun was attacking his heart!

Just as he was about to yell, boost morale, and fight his way out, Qin Yun's movements were faster than he expected, leaving him no time to react at all.

He pointed his finger, his black hair billowing, like a heroic and iron-blooded god of war, and said, "Kill him for me!!"

"Anyone holding a weapon is an enemy and must be killed without mercy!"

"Charge!" he roared, and it was like a final order, opening the floodgates for the devastating flood.

Gan Fu's pupils shrank. He didn't expect Qin Yun to attack without any warning.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Qin Ci roared, took the lead, soared into the air, and was incredibly heroic and tall. More than 10,000 cavalrymen followed him and charged forward bravely.

"Kill!!"

"Kill all those with swords!"

The huge shouting and roaring, as if there were tens of thousands of people, made the Restoration Army tremble with fear, and even felt like throwing away their weapons.

"Why are you still standing there?!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!" Ganfu roared, his eyes red, trying hard to boost morale.

He knew that if he lost again this time, he would have no chance of escape.

Boom! !

Soon, the armies of both sides collided with each other, like mountains moving sideways, causing vibrations and roars.

Puff puff……

Blood mist rose into the sky, screams were heard everywhere, and countless corpses fell in an instant.

"what!!"

The miserable screams, like those of evil spirits, exaggerated the scene of the battlefield to the extreme.

The Twelve Riders of Yanyun, as the name suggests, have twelve groups. The 20,000 people they brought today are the two most elite groups, and even the lieutenant generals are carefully selected.

The battlefield was in complete chaos, with tens of thousands of people fighting each other. However, the generals of the Twelve Riders of Yanyun could be seen with ferocious faces, with the expression "It's time to bring honor to our family!" written directly on their faces.

How can we fight the Restoration Army, which is like a frightened bird?

It was a fierce war with bloodshed stretching for miles, and the corpses soon piled up into a small hill.

Qin Yun stood at the back and looked down, with the cold temperament of an emperor who could decide the lives and deaths of millions of people.

"Quick, let the 3,000 people behind us cover the dust, let the horses keep trampling and shaking the trees, don't let the Restoration Army know how many of us are here."

"This man is not stupid."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the scout replied.

Soon, behind the high slope, dust was flying, numbers were swaying, and there was a black mass of torches, giving people the feeling that there were tens of thousands of rear troops surrounding this place and watching the battle.

The strategy of confusing the enemy with an attack was very successful. The Restoration Army did not dare to have any other ideas and could only defend and break through.

After fighting for half an hour, the Restoration Army had been defeated by Qin Ci. There was already a gap in strength between the two sides, not to mention such a huge gap in morale.

The defeat was like a landslide and began to spread among the Restoration Army.

"Pick it up, pick up the weapons!!" Gan Fu roared, like a mad beast, extremely anxious.