The First Tyrant of Daxia

His dignity was lost in Tongcheng, and given the situation, the panicked Restoration Army could no longer listen.

At the edge, people began to drop their weapons and flee, and those in the front, seeing that they could not resist the Twelve Riders of Yan Yun, dropped their weapons and surrendered.

"No, don't kill me!"

"Your emperor said that only those holding weapons will be killed!"

"I surrender, I surrender!"

Surrender is something that can spread. If one person surrenders, ten others will follow suit. Ten others will follow suit, and eventually the situation will be out of control.

Qin Yun's attack on the heart played a huge role.

Fifty thousand men, defeated like a landslide.

Gan Fu watched all this, and was so angry that he immediately killed several soldiers who were afraid of fighting. Then he swept his eyes across the battlefield, and a sharp look appeared in his eyes. No!

How come after fighting for so long, only 10,000 Xia troops came down? Could it be?

His expression suddenly changed, and then he reacted and roared: "They only have so many people, don't be afraid, counterattack, counterattack, kill them!"

"drive!"

"There are only 10,000 or 20,000 of them. Fight back!" He kept roaring, and the generals and guards around him were also roaring.

Some of the Restoration Army heard this and regained some confidence. They began to reorganize their troops and head towards the high slope.

"Your Majesty, it's bad. It seems they have discovered our strengths and weaknesses." Someone said with a serious face.

Qin Yun put his hands behind his back, a sneer appeared on his lips: "It's too late."

"The defeat is overwhelming. Half of their 50,000-man army has been destroyed. The remaining 6,000 will fight again to give Gan Fu the final blow. I want to go back to bed early!"

"Yes!" everyone shouted, and then quickly waved flags, asking the rest of the people to prepare for the attack.

Suddenly there was a continuous roar, like a landslide.

Qin Yun looked down at the battlefield where the killing was going on and shouted with all his might: "Gan Fu, are there only 10,000 or 20,000 people?"

"My men of Daxia, kill them for me! Charge into battle and kill them until not a single piece of armor remains!"

"Yes!" Thousands of people roared, roaring with the momentum of tens of thousands of people.

Then the war horses trampled and roared, and countless cavalrymen rushed down again, heading straight for the battlefield.

"drive!"

"Your Majesty has ordered that we kill them all without leaving a single piece of armor!"

"Capture Ganfu alive and kill these heartless traitors!"

Rumble, the dust was raised, it was too shocking.

With deliberate efforts, the six thousand people actually gave the impression of tens of thousands of people, lining up in a row and charging forward continuously, as if trying to surround the enemy.

This time, the Restoration Army was really shocked.

"They, they are here again!"

“There are so many people, I can’t see the end!”

"There are more than ten or twenty thousand, definitely more than that. Run away quickly, or you won't be able to escape!" Frightened voices rose up everywhere, and the morale of the Restoration Army, which had just been boosted, was disrupted again.

This Gan Fu was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He was sure that Qin Yun's troops were definitely not many, but as the black cavalry charged towards him, he was also at a loss for words.

He could only pick up his scimitar and yell, "Kill, kill, kill!"

"The Daxia army is brutal and never accepts prisoners. Surrendering is tantamount to committing suicide!"

"Follow me and kill the eleventh prince of Daxia first. Don't be afraid!"

He led his personal guards to charge against the Twelve Riders of Yanyun, hoping to boost morale. In fact, he did. At least more than 10,000 people launched a tough counterattack at the first moment.

But the others, as Qin Yun said, were useless.

They are either running away or they are afraid of fighting and dodging, which shows how important the discipline of an army is. When the wind is favorable, combat effectiveness is important, while when the wind is unfavorable, discipline is important.

Clang!

Boom!

boom!

The warhorse was knocked away and fell heavily to the ground, which cracked into spider webs. The blood of the soldiers from both sides splattered, staining the ground red.

The two armies collided without mercy, and the battlefield was like a meat grinder, with people dying at any time.

Qin Ci is brave and martial. It is no exaggeration to call him the most capable prince. Whether he is leading troops or fighting on horseback, he is one of the best among men.

“Die!” he roared, his long hair soaked in blood, and he stabbed out with a spear.

Puff puff……

The sword pierced through the three Jurchen men, leaving holes in their armor.

"Don't be so arrogant, you bastard! I'll kill you first, and then kill that dog emperor. Don't think I don't know that you only have so few people."

"Twenty thousand men dare to surround my fifty thousand men. What wishful thinking!"

Gan Fu roared in anger. If he had known that the other side only had these people, he would have attacked at the first opportunity. Why would he be alert only after suffering such a heavy loss?

Qin Ci's black hair danced wildly, and behind him were his guards, who had been killed like a mountain of corpses. He shouted, "Kill him!!"

"Yes!"

"kill!!"

The Twelve Riders of Yanyun have lived in Muzhou for two years and have become tougher. They are ruthless, don't talk much, and charge directly.

The spears whistled in the wind, flashing a cold and intimidating light, and the sound of horses' hooves seemed to tear the eardrums.

The two gangs collided like this!

"Kill!"

With a loud bang, the most brutal fight began.

This was almost a duel. The two generals fought with their most elite guards. Whoever fell first would lose the war.

Qin Yun was overlooking all of this. There wouldn't be much suspense, so his expression didn't change.

In the end, he simply closed his eyes, feeling the night wind, and stood there. Under his feet were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and thousands of soldiers were killing each other. What a shocking and magnificent scene it was!

This made the Jinyiwei around him ashamed. His Majesty really could hold his nerve!

Even Mr. Feng admits that he can't do this. This is the gap between Qin Yun and others.

In fact, if the 50,000-man Restoration Army had fought against the 20,000-man Yanyun Twelve Cavalry, there would have been a chance, but Qin Yun used some tricks to win over the hearts and minds of the people, making the war completely lose suspense.

Two hours later, the chaotic battlefield was filled with the smell of blood.

Broken spears were stuck into the ground and burning flags were collapsing. The Restoration Army was ultimately defeated and unable to turn the tide.

At least nearly 20,000 Restoration Army soldiers were dispersed, or fled.

Qin Yun didn't care. Those deserters would be surrounded and killed as soon as they returned to their nest. After all, the Jinyiwei had already taken control of their base camp.

Gan Fu's personal guards were killed in a bloody mess, and more than 10,000 of them were almost killed. He himself was chopped off his horse by Qin Ci's knife, breaking his ribs and screaming in pain.

"Help me, help me!"

"Stop him!" he shouted, but it was too late. Most of the Restoration Army soldiers who did not escape were killed in the battle, and the rest were still being surrounded.

On the high slope, the north wind was howling.

"Your Majesty, the battle is over, we have won!"

"The prince was so brave that he defeated the enemy in just over two hours, and Gan Fu was captured alive!" The Jinyiwei said excitedly with their eyes shining.

The war just now was so passionate. The words about killing traitors and being loyal to the country can really make people forget about life and death.

Swish!

Qin Yun suddenly opened his eyes and shot out a sharp beam of light, directly locking onto Gan Fu who had been knocked off his horse.

"Hmph!" A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He walked down the slope step by step, his clothes fluttering and an aura of murderous intent emanating from his whole body.

Now, it finally falls into my hands!

Many Jinyiwei were startled and followed behind, alert to changes in the battlefield.