The First Tyrant of Daxia

The setting sun is gradually fading.

Tianzhu Tower was dead silent and gloomy.

After the defeat, the morale of the Restoration Army was at its lowest point. If they had a 30% chance of winning before, now it is not even 10%.

Wanyan Honglie looked extremely disheveled, with his long hair slightly disheveled and bloodstains on his face. He looked pale and unhappily at the Daxia army gathered below.

The dense crowds have formed an encirclement posture. After a short rest, they will definitely attack.

He was in a depressed mood, his eyes were dull, and he muttered to himself: "Why?"

"Why is this happening? It seems like God is helping him every time!"

"If Yelu Yan had not surrendered, how could I have arrived in Jincheng one step later? If I had not arrived later, would Yin'er not have become like this, would I not have been defeated, would everything have been different?"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists, and his eyes flashed with extreme pain and regret, as well as unwillingness and anger!

Hearing this, many generals and military staff of the defeated Restoration Army fell silent, with ugly expressions on their faces.

After several months of cold war, the direct hot war lasted only one day and one night and was directly defeated.

No matter who it is, no one would be happy about this.

The most important thing is that they were afraid deep down in their hearts. The Restoration Army had never won a single battle against Daxia, and they couldn't even be on equal terms with the enemy.

"You guys talk!"

"say something!"

"You were also involved in all the decisions back then!" Wanyan Honglie turned around and scolded everyone. He staggered and could not stand steadily. He looked so miserable.

Everyone bowed their heads and said nothing.

It was visibly dead and silent. There were still at least 100,000 soldiers of the Restoration Army, but the terrifying thing was that there was no sound at all, no life, and no will to fight.

In silence, Wanyan Honglie was in despair!

He looked up to the sky unwillingly and kept stumbling. He was tired and had come to a position where he could not retreat. Apart from ruling the world, he had to end his life in utmost glory!

Suddenly, a trembling voice said, "Reorganize the troops, rest, and fight to the death with the Daxia army!"

His fight to the death no longer had the flavor of a desperate struggle, but instead gave people a feeling of seeking relief.

In an instant, the faces of most people in the Restoration Army changed.

"Your Majesty, no!"

"We just lost this war, but it doesn't mean we will never be able to make a breakthrough in the future!"

"That's right. We still have a large territory, as well as a large city like Huyan City that we can rely on for survival and a natural barrier!"

"If we really can't seize Jincheng, then we will split the land and crown kings, divide the land and rule it separately, and then find an opportunity to avenge Daxia in the future!"

"That's right, Your Majesty. Don't forget that we still have an army. In addition to the hundreds of thousands of people here, it is easy to gather hundreds of thousands of troops from all the major cities behind us!"

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Honglie laughed out loud, very sarcastically: "Hahahaha!"

"My daughter is the true heir of the royal family. She would rather die in glory than live in disgrace!"

"Three hundred thousand troops have already made their last dance. How can we retreat and gather the troops? Don't you understand? Daxia is not only trying to achieve victory militarily, but has also already disintegrated our foundation long ago!"

"At least half of the people in the Jurchen territory have turned to people like Dugu Jin in Guguan. The defeat is overwhelming. Even if we flee back like a stray dog, we will not be able to make a comeback. At most, we can only survive for a while."

"Rather than a slow death like that, I would rather fight one last battle and shed my last drop of blood than bring shame to the Wanyan Imperial Family!"

He spoke in a loud voice, with determination in his eyes!

The state of Fanyin and the Restoration Army was a huge blow to him. During his escape, he even looked ten years older. There was no trace of the "young master" he once was.

The generals of the Restoration Army turned pale. Seeing that he had made up his mind, they didn't know how to start for a moment.

But deep in their eyes, they were all afraid and terrified.

At this time, a soldier rushed over: "Report!!"

"Your Majesty, the Emperor of Daxia has sent an envoy to persuade us to surrender!"

Hearing this, Shashasha's eyes suddenly lit up!

Countless generals ignited new hopes. They could not empathize with Wanyan Honglie. At this point, all the deep hatred for Fanyin was thrown behind their minds. They just wanted to survive.

If Daxia sends an envoy, perhaps we can buy time through negotiations.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Wanyan Honglie. He was distraught, but there was a hint of stubbornness in his eyes: "No!"

"Drive them off the mountain!"

The soldier knelt on the ground, his face solemn: "Your Majesty, it's Miss Hongye!"

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Honglie suddenly froze!

This is a person who almost disappeared in his life. Hongye has been protecting him since he was a child. The relationship between the two is master and servant, family, and even confidants.

Speaking of red leaves, he instantly recalled the days in Wanbaozhai. Although depressed, he was also happy, with fine clothes and fine horses. It seemed better than now.

For a moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if his shoulders were being pressed down by a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds.

He said hoarsely, "Forget it, it's almost over."

"Let me see this old friend again."

"Go and invite them here. Everyone else, go and get ready. I, Wanyan Honglie, will never surrender!"

He made his attitude clear first, there was no way he would surrender!

It was not only his stubbornness, courage, and pride that emerged after he finally woke up, but also his hatred for Qin Yun Daxia!

He loves the sound of Sanskrit, and the pain of Sanskrit is like a knife in his body!

Many things don't need right or wrong, at least that's how he understands it.

Upon hearing this, the faces of many generals of the Restoration Army changed completely. They were hesitant and seemed to be hesitant to speak!

Finally, they left this place in groups of two or three.

Wanyan Honglie tidied up his appearance a little, took off his armor, and tried to make himself look more like an emperor. Even if he was an emperor at the end of his road, at least he didn't want to look so embarrassed.

He knew very well that Hongye was sent by Qin Yun.

The wind blows through the hills, making a rustling sound.

After a long time, da da da...

Under the leadership of the Restoration Army, Old Feng came with Hongye under his protection.

The reason why he dared to do this was that Feng Lao could take Hongye away and escape, and Hongye was an old acquaintance of Wanyan Honglie. Letting her persuade would be more lethal than a hundred "country ballads".

Qin Yun thought that there was no need to fight anymore. If he continued to fight Da Xia, a lot of people would die. He wanted to use a gentler method, like a gentle breeze to relieve a sudden rain.

It is not very similar to the way Wang Min does things.

Of course, the final result will not be too different.

"Young Master, long time no see." Hongye sighed secretly as she looked at his back, and then spoke.

This trick of speaking was also taught by Qin Yun. In an instant, it made Wanyan Honglie's tall body tremble, and then he slowly turned around. He didn't feel disappointed, nor happy.

He just pretended to be very calm.

When he saw that Hongye's hair was no longer red but had long purple hair, he was slightly surprised: "You used herbs to dye your hair purple again?"