The First Tyrant of Daxia

Her face was covered with fresh wounds, which were so complicated and complicated that they almost covered her entire face. Her flesh and blood were tumbling like a ghost.

The former beauty is gone, and what remains is only horror and ugliness.

It is hard to imagine that Fanyin has become like this. This is no longer just disfigurement.

"That, that is!" Qin Yun couldn't help but take two steps forward, his eyes widened in shock.

Not only him, but Jingyi and others also looked over and were all shocked when they saw Fanyin's face, unable to believe it.

Qin Yun turned his head suddenly: "Did you draw it?"

Perhaps among the hundreds of thousands of people, only Wang Min laughed, coldly, contemptuously, and complacently: "Why, is it not good? This bitch has provoked me, and only by punishing her in this way can I vent my anger."

"Hiss!" Everyone around gasped.

Looking at Wang Min's eyes, I felt a chill down my spine. This woman is too cruel!

Qin Yun couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, he even felt a little scared.

No wonder Wanyan Honglie, Fanyin, and the previous Wanyan Zungu tried so hard to kill Wang Min.

This subordinate is really murderous and heartbreaking.

Everyone was still in shock, but the Restoration Army was in an uproar as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking. A surge of anger and hatred was rising along with Wanyan Honglie's scarlet eyes.

"Your Majesty, this is the result of my disobedience to the Emperor of Daxia. He, he was the one who asked Wang Min to take action. He was the one who asked Wang Min to take action!"

"She scratched my face, I want to scratch her face too!"

"I want her to be torn to pieces and never to be redeemed!!" She became more and more excited as she spoke, with hatred in her eyes, and with that grimacing face, she could really scare a child to tears.

"Wow, wow, wow!" Then she held her head and burst into tears, feeling extremely sad.

Seeing this, Wanyan Honglie's veins exposed, his brain went blank, he had lost his mind, and right and wrong were no longer within his consideration.

He gritted his teeth and bit his lip, causing blood to flow out.

“Ah!!” He suddenly roared to the sky, venting his anger: “Yin’er, if I don’t take revenge, I, Wanyan Honglie, will not be worthy of being a human being in this life!”

When he lowered his head and looked at the nearly 170,000 troops of Da Xia, there was madness in his eyes.

"kill!"

"Kill me!!"

"I will kill Wang Min no matter the cost. Anyone who dares to stand in my way will be killed!" Wanyan Honglie roared wildly, already out of control.

hiss! !

Thousands of war horses neighed, as if they felt the anger, and raised their hooves first.

When he gave the order, 200,000 Restoration Army soldiers rushed out like wild horses, roaring countless times: "Kill, kill!"

Rumble…

The earth was shaking, dust and smoke were rising into the sky, and the Restoration Army was charging like a flood, covering the sky and the sun.

More than a hundred chariots were leading the way in the front. They were heavy and cold, and the loud bangs were daunting. Once you were hit by one, you would definitely be smashed to pieces.

This vast and terrifying scene quickly ignited Daxia’s will to fight!

Since they have to fight, they have never been afraid!

"Your Majesty, give the order!"

"They're coming!"

"We, Daxia, will win!"

“Royal brother!” Qin Ci roared, his whole body tense, almost unable to suppress his murderous intent.

Qin Yun took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he was filled with murderous intent. The emperor's pressure was terrifying, and at this point, there was no need to consider how to reduce the losses.

Only by fighting can we stop the losses.

He shouted, his voice like a bell: "Three hundred steps, the archers release their arrows!"

"Two hundred steps, the twelve riders of Yanyun, cut through and fight to the death!"

"One hundred steps, all the troops of the Shenji Camp, press forward and attack the blood-drinking aliens!"

"Yes!!" The scouts sent messages frantically, the flags flying high in the night sky kept waving, and orders were issued.

Three hundred steps were reached in a flash. Countless arrows were shot crazily from the rear, piercing through the night, densely packed like a swarm of locusts.

The two armies fought a decisive battle, and the first scream occurred, and then there was no end.

Puff puff……

The Jurchens were shot off their horses and then trampled into a pulp by their own vast army.

"what!!"

The screams came one after another, which was particularly captivating.

But two hundred thousand people were too many to be stopped by a rain of arrows. The best that could be done was to suppress their speed as much as possible and cause as much casualties as possible.

At two hundred steps, the big flag beside Qin Yun waved again.

The twelve riders of Yanyun who had been prepared suddenly revived, opened their iron shields in front, and released at least 100,000 elite cavalry!

The spear in Qin Ci's hand trembled slightly, and he squeezed his legs against the horse's belly. The horse neighed and raised its front hooves, looking very heroic.

"Kill me!"

"Kill the foreign races until they dare not claim to be superior, and kill the Restoration Army until they bow down and surrender!"

"Only when we die on the battlefield can we show the true character of the Han Chinese!"

boom!

He rode out first, holding his spear across his chest, like a single man blocking the pass, ten thousand unable to break through!

He was an outstanding general with royal blood, which made him even more persuasive than people like Mu Le, and he quickly mobilized the enthusiasm of the Twelve Riders of Yanyun.

"kill!!"

"Kill all these rebels!"

"Charge!" Countless roars came one after another, shaking the mountains and fields.

Rumble, that was the sound of a hundred thousand cavalrymen marching out into the battle field, their hooves cracking the ground.

In just a blink of an eye, the armies of both sides collided without a doubt while traveling at high speed.

boom! !

The muffled sound was like thunder, accompanied by countless screams, completely igniting the battlefield: "Ah!!"

"help me!"

Puff puff……

Clang!

Boom...

Some cavalrymen were thrown into the air, spitting blood from their mouths, some were caught under the horses' hooves and crushed into a pulp, and some were hit by cavalrymen, causing their bones to break and they died instantly.

"Ah!!" Qin Ci was covered in blood and cleared the way like a god of death.

In just a moment, the Twelve Riders of Yanyun turned into twelve cavalry teams, and cut into the dark mass of the Restoration Army like cutting tofu, dividing them.

At this moment, the Shenji Camp also moved under Qin Yun's order.

They advanced head-on, like a group of cold-blooded machines, slaughtering crazily and carrying out the mission of beheading the divided enemy forces.

Their abilities are even better than those of the Twelve Riders of Yanyun. They are extremely terrifying and when their steel knives fall, there will be gains.

Although they were not at an advantage in numbers, and even had to withstand the impact of tanks, they still had the upper hand!

There has been no news of Mu Le for a while. If he were here at this moment and leading the battle, it might be even more terrifying. If they fought their way forward, the Restoration Army might not be defeated, but the Jurchen generals leading the troops would almost be slaughtered.

"Kill!"

"what!"

"Do not!!"

All kinds of screams and wails filled the vast battlefield. The dark torrent covered the sky and the sun, and there was no end in sight. The battlefield alone stretched for several miles.

Every second, countless people die.

In this kind of war, when the fighting starts, it's all about foundation and willpower. It has nothing to do with military strategy. Whoever falls first is the loser.

"Now, are you satisfied?"

In the turbulent night, Qin Yun turned around and said lightly, being in this Shura hell-like battlefield, he seemed extremely heavy.