The First Tyrant of Daxia

"It doesn't matter?" Qin Yun sneered.

"If these people hadn't instigated you to be ungrateful, would countless of my soldiers have died? Would Yan Zhong have lost his arm? Don't think that I won't have a blood debt just because I won!"

"If it weren't for me, how could they have had enough food to eat and followed you into the country to start a rebellion? Traitors, what qualifications do you have to negotiate conditions!" He shouted with murderous intent in his eyes.

Suddenly, the generals of Da Xia all had murderous intent and anger in their eyes. Many of their comrades and relatives could not go back.

Wanyan Honglie supported himself in the blood and mud with one hand, and tried to get up. He gritted his teeth with bloodshot eyes and said, "You have your kingdom, and I have my responsibilities."

"Your vast kingdom is built on my country and my family. If I make a mistake, I lose."

"Kill if you want!"

Seeing that he still had no remorse, Mu Le was furious and immediately drew his sword from his waist: "Asshole, can't I kill you?!"

"Stop!" Qin Yun called out.

Wanyan Honglie had closed his eyes, waiting for the long sword to fall. He was not too scared, just a little unwilling.

Mu Le's knife stopped in mid-air: "Your Majesty, what else are you going to say to him!"

"He should pay the price!"

"That's right. This man betrayed the agreement and caused such huge consequences. If he doesn't die, the souls of our brothers will never be at peace."

"Divide this man into five pieces!"

"..."

The soldiers around were filled with righteous indignation and demanded that Wanyan Honglie be executed immediately.

Qin Yun shook his head and said directly: "He is like the old Picasso on the grassland. He is hateful, but cannot be killed."

"The Jurchens are too big, and there are too many forces waiting to be cleared. Not killing him is more appropriate and more beneficial to the overall situation than killing him."

Upon hearing this, although everyone was angry, they knew it was the truth and could only look at Wan Yan Honglie fiercely.

Wanyan Honglie opened his eyes and looked at him with complicated eyes.

In fact, he knew in his heart that he owed something, but because of Fanyin's matter and because he was a legitimate descendant of the Jurchen royal family, he was destined to be unable to compromise.

At this time, Qin Yun suddenly changed the subject.

"but!"

"He won't die, but they must!"

His eyes shot out a terrifying murderous intent, and the words "I must die" seemed to be the will of the Nine Heavens God, which was unquestionable and full of imperial murderous intent.

The temperature dropped sharply all around, and even the torches were flickering.

Tens of thousands of captives trembled inexplicably.

"You!" Wanyan Honglie was furious, his eyes bloodshot, but there was nothing he could do.

Qin Yun did not hesitate at all and gave Liu Wanshi and the others a cold look: "Get started!"

"Yes!" Liu Wanshi and others' eyes were shocked and murderous intent surged to the sky.

This was not the first time they had done this. In the grasslands, almost all the troops that had committed war crimes and posed a threat to Daxia were killed.

So much so that the fertile grasslands today are of the toothless variety.

"no, do not want!"

"They're going to kill us!"

"Let's fight them!" The Restoration Army roared in the night. People stood up one after another with panic-stricken looks on their faces. Before death came, they burst out with a desire to survive.

But the next second, those people's heads flew into the air and blood spurted out.

"what!!"

Screams came and went.

A massacre began on the ruined battlefield. In the dark night, countless soldiers from the Shenji Battalion raised their swords and slaughtered crazily, as if they were chopping melons and vegetables.

Blood splattered and screams surrounded us, it was like hell.

The soldiers of the Shenji Camp were shouting, "Traitor!"

"Foreign bastard!"

"Give me back my brothers and comrades!"

"go to hell!"

The wailing of the Restoration Army was so long-lasting that it made people's scalps numb.

Wanyan Honglie witnessed all of this with his own eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and his whole body was trembling: "No, don't!"

"Why are you so ruthless! They have already surrendered!" His veins were exposed and he was in extreme pain.

Qin Yun was indifferent, his clothes fluttering, and he was domineering and murderous: "This is how I do things!"

"I helped you, but you still bit me back. You should have known this day would come!"

"You are the ones who lost, so it's natural for you to do this. But what if you win? Will you still care about Jue Jue?"

Wanyan Honglie pounded the ground with his hands, listening to the screams one after another, feeling extremely painful.

"This is the consequence of your betrayal of me, and it is also the responsibility you should bear. I have given you many chances to stop, but you refused to do so. You would rather listen to the words of that bitch Fanyin and insist on having your own way!"

"Now, just open your eyes and watch carefully. There must be a cause for every effect, and that cause is you!" Qin Yun said coldly, without any mercy.

Wanyan Honglie had no way to refute it. His five fingers turned white as he tightly grasped the soft soil soaked with blood, and he roared in pain.

His roar mixed with the screams of the Restoration Army not far away, sounding extremely tragic.

But the weapons were ruthless, the night was oppressive, and no one would pity them.

This is their retribution!

The whole process lasted for at least several hours. Some members of the Restoration Army resisted, but were killed one by one, and their blood flowed into the land of Tianzhutai.

The sky was dark and the first rays of dawn were about to arrive.

At this time, the sky is dark blue.

Wanyan Honglie lay there, without any sound or movement. He looked as if he had become twenty years more decadent, with lifeless eyes, as if he was waiting to be executed.

Sudden.

"His Majesty!"

"The prince is back!"

"They hijacked the convoy!" someone exclaimed.

Suddenly, his eyes looked towards the end of the distance.

Qin Yun was no exception. His eyes were even filled with shock as he stared straight at the rolling army.

I saw a row of cavalrymen escorting a carriage with a very Jurchen cultural style. There was no doubt that it was most likely Sanskrit!

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Honglie seemed to come back to life. He stumbled and tried his best to get up.

When he saw the carriage, he was struck by lightning and almost fell down!

A feeling of uneasiness surged in my heart. Yin'er was not sent away?

The more he thought about it, the paler his face became. Qin Yun had killed tens of thousands of people, so how could he not kill Fanyin?

"no, do not want!"

"If you dare to kill him, I will fight you to the death!" He roared, and was held back so that he did not rush over.

The Great Xia soldiers around him looked at him with contempt, wondering if he still had the qualifications to fight to the death.

Qin Yun turned around and gave him a cold look: "Would you like to make a bet?"

Wanyan Honglie panted heavily, sweating profusely: "What are you betting on?"

"Let's bet on whether your Fanyin cares about you as much as you think. If she really sides with you, I will spare her life!"

"Otherwise, she will die, and die miserably." Qin Yun said calmly.

There are some things he just doesn't want to say. Don't care about the past. If Fanyin loves him now, she shouldn't run away at this time.

They died together, and Qin Yun was willing to show his last bit of mercy and bury them together.

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Honglie was stunned, and a hint of hesitation appeared in his absent-minded pupils!