The First Tyrant of Daxia

Wang Min didn't care: "Isn't this good?"

"Wanyan Honglie was furious and attacked with his entire army without any plan, regardless of his fatigue. This is your chance to defeat him in one blow. Otherwise, if the war drags on, you will suffer greater losses."

"And Fanyin, do you really pity her?" she said with cold eyes.

Qin Yun naturally understood this truth, but he still didn't believe it. He narrowed his eyes and said, "The starting point is different. You just want the world to be in chaos."

"Given your style, you must have some other plans!"

Wang Min looked at him coldly with her peach blossom eyes: "You don't know how to appreciate kindness!"

"You haven't answered my question yet, what else are you planning?" Qin Yun felt more and more that Wang Min must have made a comeback. Everything she did was too unusual. Considering the past, this woman was probably up to something again.

Wang Min sneered: "You have surrounded me with thousands of troops, what else do you think I can plan?"

"Lead your battle well. If you fail to severely damage the vitality of the Restoration Army in this battle tonight, it will be difficult later."

"Hmph!" Qin Yun snorted coldly and turned to look at the battlefield.

She was right. If the Restoration Army was still defeated, they would certainly not dare to fight. No one could stop so many people from escaping.

After escaping, the Jurchens would divide the land and establish kings, and two regimes would emerge. It would take a long time to wipe them out completely.

The battlefield was in complete chaos. The Twelve Riders of Yanyun charged and cut through the enemy formation, suffering countless casualties.

The Shenji Battalion, however, went against the flow, slaughtering madly and advancing!

The Jurchens fought hard and with their large numbers they were able to hold off the enemy temporarily.

There were corpses everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and countless broken limbs were piled up, which was a shocking sight.

boom!

A chariot overturned, crushing many Jurchens along the way.

Their uniforms seemed to be made of paper and could not protect their bodies at all.

puff!

"Ah!!" a terrifying scream was heard.

Qin Ci stabbed a general of the Restoration Army with a spear and lifted him up with one arm. Blood gushed out, it was an extremely terrifying scene.

Qin Yun and Wanyan Honglie were both watching the battlefield and saw this scene. Their expressions were very different.

"Hahaha!"

"Beat the drums and cheer for King Shunxun!"

"Yes!"

Boom boom boom!

The dull sound of war drums spread in all directions, gradually becoming faster and louder, igniting the blood of the soldiers: "The prince is mighty, the prince is mighty!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Rumble.

The vast battlefield was swept across again, and the Restoration Army was pushed back at least three meters.

Qin Ci threw out the tall corpse, which knocked over many Jurchens. His long hair was stained with blood, and he looked like a killing god: "The Jurchens are ants, and are of no use!"

He rushed forward recklessly and no one could stop him. People who didn't know him would think he was Mu Le.

Wanyan Honglie was holding Fanyin in the carriage. Seeing this scene, his face turned black: "Who can kill him? Who can kill him?!"

He yelled, his face completely torn.

In this war, only one person can survive, and there is no possibility of peace.

"I will go!" Wanyan Zungu roared. He was wearing a white robe and riding a white horse, holding a silver spear. He was so conspicuous in the black and blood-red battlefield.

He galloped on his horse with an awe-inspiring momentum and rumbled into the army of a hundred thousand.

Not long ago, he did not fight with Qin Ci, but was forced to retreat under the pressure of the situation. Otherwise, he would be involved in an army of hundreds of thousands, and even if the large force of the Restoration Army arrived, they would not be able to save him.

Not long after, the two met in the chaos of a fight.

The spear smashed, causing continuous vibrations.

Many soldiers retreated, and the two of them shot each other a look of shock, as if they had underestimated each other.

The word "Prince" conceals many of Qin Ci's abilities, and anyone who dares to ride a white robe and a white horse is definitely not a good person. This is almost a rule that people in white robes and white horses will not have a good ending, but ruthless people often don't believe it and often want to give it a try.

"kill!!"

"Kill!"

bang bang bang...

A fierce melee began, with generals fighting against generals and soldiers fighting against soldiers.

If there weren't too many people, Qin Yun would have been in charge of the battle and would have gone down to fight. The emperor's army is invincible.

All night long, the mountains and rivers howled and roared.

The two armies fought like this from darkness to dawn, and then to the first ray of light in the morning, leaving behind endless corpses, and the blood had dyed the earth red.

Qin Yun's voice became hoarse from shouting. Although it was a battle based mainly on hard power, frequent changes in formation could gain him a greater advantage.

The blood and energy are rising to the sky, the screams are rising to the sky, the collision of swords and horses remains unfading.

But at this moment, the advantage of the Xia army was already obvious. The 170,000-strong army composed of the Shenji Camp and the Twelve Riders of Yanyun was simply a nightmare for the foreigners.

Even without the red cannon, the Restoration Army was still defeated, and the number of casualties was twice that of Daxia.

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, all three of Doyan's generals died in battle."

"There are also eight generals of the Longqi Division, all of whom are missing. We don't know whether they are dead or alive!"

The person who spoke had a very ugly expression on his face. It would be fine if there were a little more casualties in terms of numbers, but the generals continued to fall, and basically all the senior generals of Daxia were not here!

Wanyan Honglie's face turned pale, and he felt a little shocked.

Fanyin went crazy and screamed uncontrollably, "What about them? What about them!"

The scout shuddered, "They also suffered some losses, but not this much."

"King Shunxun's banner is still there. General Wanyan Zungu doesn't seem to have gained any advantage and has already rushed to fight on his own."

Upon hearing the news, many generals and staff of the Restoration Army fell silent, with grim expressions on their faces.

Before they could say anything, a scout suddenly stumbled out of the battlefield, his face full of panic, and shouted: "Your Majesty, it's not good!"

"Young Marquis Wanyan Lei was dragged to death by the war horses of the Twelve Generals of Yanyun in the army formation. Not a single bone is left!"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience shook.

Wanyan Lei is considered a prince and is related to Wanyan Honglie by blood. He was persecuted and forced to leave his hometown, and has only just been found.

Wanyan Honglie cared about his younger brother very much and entrusted him with military power, but now...

"What did you say?!"

Wanyan Honglie stood up suddenly, his face flushed and his hair standing on end with anger.

"It is absolutely true, Your Majesty. This is the order from the Emperor of Daxia. No one should be killed alive. Use war horses to drag them to death in the battle line to intimidate our army!" said the scout in fear and trepidation.

"what!!"

Wanyan Honglie roared and kicked over the wooden railing, his veins exposed: "Qin Yun, you hurt my lover and killed my beloved brother. I will not be a human being if I don't avenge you!"

"Come on, the rear army of 100,000 soldiers, bring them forward!"

"Go straight to the main flag of Daxia!"

The 100,000 rear troops arrived late last night, making a total of 300,000 people, which is twice the number of Daxia.

Everyone shuddered when they heard this: "Your Majesty, is this inappropriate..."

"These 100,000 men are here to protect you. If another army shows up at this time, it will be a big trouble."

"Yes, it's a desperate move."

"Although we are at a disadvantage, we can still win the main battlefield. It is better to use 100,000 troops as a mobile force."