The First Tyrant of Daxia

Soon, Mu Le's cavalry swept in like a tornado, completely ignoring the rationality.

boom!

Boom!

The cavalry crashed into the enemy camp, leaving corpses all over the ground. The Jurchens were thrown high into the air, vomiting blood and screaming one after another.

"what!!"

Puff puff!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Mu Le roared wildly, as if he was born for the battlefield. Every time he swung his Fang Tian Hua Ji, it brought up a blood mist and screams, which was very terrifying.

He led the entire army alone, as if he was in an empty land. Thousands of Wanyan Honglie's guards were killed in a bloody mess, and they were at a loss.

Some people tried to stop Mu Le, but without exception, they were either chopped off their heads or had their hands broken by a single blow.

There is no room for any fight at all.

"what!!"

Screams and wails were everywhere. Seeing that thousands of guards were about to be swallowed up and swept away mercilessly, Mu Le rushed towards Wanyan Honglie's carriage with all his might, vowing not to give up!

The Second Beacon Fire Battalion has arrived.

Leading them were two young generals, who were tall and sturdy, with agate scimitars on their waists, and were dressed in military uniforms and bone pendants, looking very good.

They came on horseback with 20,000 men, with great momentum and lined up in a row, like a pack of wolves in the desert.

Boom!

The two sides fought each other, which delayed the risk of Wanyan Honglie being captured.

At that moment, the troops led by Wanyan Honglie breathed a sigh of relief. Just now they thought they could no longer hold on.

"Quick, tell the Second Battalion to be careful, this is the Shenji Battalion, and the commander is unknown!"

"Qin Yun certainly has his reasons for doing this. We must be careful and just repel him, but don't chase him!" He was serious and used his brain for the first time.

But the battlefield changed rapidly and his orders were too late.

In the battlefield.

"That man is the main general. Go around and kill him!" A young general named Gu Ya galloped on his horse and said cruelly.

Another general was called Gu Long, with a striking scar on his face. He nodded, holding a big axe and roaring: "Brothers, kill!"

"Drink their blood and tear their bones!"

“Kill, kill!!”

"..."

It has to be said that foreigners have some unique advantages, such as physique and bravery. They seem to be born "wild"!

But they were targeting Mu Le.

Not a moment.

Mu Le was fighting when he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis on his back and turned back sharply.

"The thirty-seventh one, die!" Gu Long's giant axe suddenly chopped down, and it was a sudden sneak attack that came from nowhere.

Murderous intent flashed in Mu Le's eyes, the muscles in his arms bulged, and he swept his Fang Tian Hua Ji along with the momentum at a frighteningly fast speed.

puff...

Gu Long's pupils widened, his expression froze in ferocity, a huge cut was made on his abdomen, blood gushed out.

His face was filled with intense pain and he couldn't utter a word.

"Second brother!" Gu Ya roared and rushed forward with anger.

“Kneel down!!” Mu Le roared, and swung his Fang Tian Hua Ji in a circle, smashing it down from the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

This time, he didn't want to fight, so he went all out and wanted to kill Wanyan Honglie quickly.

The long spear that Gu Ya used to resist shook in an instant, and his hands made crackling sounds, which was extremely terrifying.

"what!!"

There was a scream that shook the heavens, followed by a loud bang, and Gu Ya, along with his horse, was knocked to his knees on the ground by the Fang Tian Huaji.

This scene stunned the Jurchens.

The leader of the army, the commander of the Second Beacon Camp, is not even a match for him?

"Mu, Mu Le!"

"It must be him!"

"Didn't he go with the army?" Frightened voices were heard everywhere.

puff...

Mu Le was quick-witted and quick-handed. He drew out his steel knife and chopped off the two men's heads and threw them into Wanyan Honglie's carriage.

"Daxia Mule is here, anyone who stands in my way will end up like this!"

After he finished shouting, he led his troops to charge again, killing and destroying the Second Fenghuo Battalion.

They had just started fighting and they were gone. The main general was killed by a single blow. Who would still have the confidence to fight?

Suddenly, everything was in chaos.

Wanyan Honglie's face darkened, and there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes. He was not in a favorable position in front of him, and there was a powerful enemy attacking him from behind.

"Hurry, send someone back for help!" He roared. His desperate gamble not long ago had dug a huge hole for himself. He regretted it so much.

Because it was difficult for his men to withdraw quickly and orderly, Qin Yun ordered the entire army to fight to the death and put enough pressure on the front from the moment Mu Le cut off the flag.

Half a stick of incense time.

The 20,000 men of the Second Beacon Fire Battalion collapsed across the board and were killed.

Mu Le drove straight in and reached the big flag.

Some troops were indeed withdrawn from the front battlefield, but they were too scattered to pose a useful threat.

One stick of incense time.

With Qin Yun's full efforts to restrain him, Mu Le succeeded in cutting down the flag.

A huge main flag with the Jurchen totem broke with a bang, and then smashed heavily to the ground, killing many Jurchens.

The Restoration Army is in a collective panic!

The commander of more than 200,000 troops was dumbfounded. Was the rear area destroyed?

Orders could no longer be issued collectively, and the army of more than 200,000 people quickly became a loose sand and unable to cooperate. The signs of defeat became more and more obvious.

……

After a long time, Wanyan Honglie used all his methods, but was powerless to reverse the situation. He still couldn't do anything to Mu Le, and was even losing the battle on the front line.

In the end, he swallowed the bitter fruit with reluctance.

First they fled with their chariots and lost their morale.

After that, the war was unwinnable and he could not save himself. He was so angry that he killed several incompetent generals and roared, "Retreat, retreat!!"

The Restoration Army's faces turned pale, unable to accept this result, but if they did not retreat, His Majesty and the Emperor and Empress would be killed first.

In the end, the news was announced reluctantly.

Many armies deep in the battlefield could not be notified and had to give up and leave their fate to fate.

Qin Yun, who had been observing the rear of the battlefield, certainly would not let go of this opportunity. He immediately ordered the entire army to pursue and capture Wanyan Honglie and Fanyin at all costs.

Then, a shocking scene appeared on the vast land.

Hundreds of thousands of people were chasing, horses were galloping, and loud noises continued, like mountains and rivers collapsing, destroying the world.

The morale of the Great Xia was high, but that of the Restoration Army was bleak, panic-stricken, and completely demoralized.

Although they had the advantage in numbers, they were really no match for the enemy and defeat was only a matter of time. The appearance of Mu Le accelerated this time.

At dusk, the setting sun is so desolate.

Insects are chirping at the top of the mountain, and it is extremely quiet.

The entire Restoration Army fled to "Tianzhutai", a small plain with a high terrain. They wanted to use the terrain to defend themselves, but they could not run any further.

It is hard to imagine that an army of 300,000 was defeated so miserably, with nearly 70,000 casualties, nearly 100,000 troops were scattered in the pursuit, and more than half of the senior generals died.

The word "bad luck" is not enough to describe it, it is simply a team that is doomed to fail!

The road was littered with corpses, blood, and the ground was sinking. The most heartbreaking scene was that Wanyan Zungu, who was riding a white horse and wearing a white robe, was nailed to the ground with a spear piercing his chest.

He was very brave, but died a miserable death, with his face almost crushed by the warhorse, as if he had fulfilled some kind of curse.

After a day and night of fighting, no one knew how he died, only that Qin Ci was also seriously injured.

The fall of a general sounded the clarion call of destruction.