The First Tyrant of Daxia

Zhang Han was speechless when asked, he lowered his head and dared not answer.

Qin Yun retracted his gaze.

He added: "If I am not mistaken, the entire Jingguo Army did not carry much baggage due to the hasty journey and the rugged terrain."

"From the bodies of the enemy soldiers that were stripped from the battlefield, it seems that they only brought enough food with them."

"And it's snowing now. Xianren Mountain is high up, so it will be even colder!"

Hearing this, someone reacted: "Your Majesty, do you want to surround them and defeat them with the weather?"

Qin Yun shook his head: "You are only half right."

"If we continue to be in a stalemate like this, we can indeed further deplete their strength, but Taizheng Wuzhi is not a fool. He will be forced to take the initiative to attack!"

"Then the opportunity will come."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the military camp looked up suddenly.

"Your Majesty, that's a good idea!"

"But then, how will we fight back?"

Qin Yun narrowed his eyes and had an idea in mind.

"You guys bandage it first, there's no rush."

"We'll talk about it after tonight. Pass the order down and send cotton clothes and hot soup to me continuously."

"If anyone freezes to death in the army, even just one, all those logistics officers will be dismissed from their posts!" he said coldly.

Everyone was shocked and broke into a cold sweat for the quartermasters.

This task is not easy without fighting.

"Yes!"

"..."

The night was cold and many places on the battlefield of Xianren Mountain could not be cleaned, so the corpses were left to be covered with snow.

A desolate scene.

woohoo hoo...

The light snow was accompanied by a strong wind, which made the main tent of Taizheng Wuzhi make a constant humming sound, which was very unpleasant and made all the senior leaders of the Yasukuni Army feel upset.

They are even worse off than Zhang Han and his men.

In addition to the camp being filled with wounded soldiers, many positions were empty, having been completely defeated in the recent fighting.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A violent cough came from the simple couch, like a leak, and it was very unpleasant.

Many Japanese generals were worried when they saw Taizheng Takeharu lying in bed, who was almost dead from being angered.

They came with a large army, thinking that their plan was flawless, but they were trapped in this barren, extremely cold enemy territory.

The loss was heavy in just one night.

There was a crackling sound in the brazier, and hundreds of people were completely silent, with their morale at its lowest point.

"Why are you all crying and sad?"

"I am not dead yet!" Taizheng Wuzhi shouted angrily, his face pale and with a hint of death on his old face.

Devastated and furious, he struggled to sit up.

"Taizheng!"

"It's not that we don't want to fight, it's just that your body..."

Taizheng Wuzhi coldly overturned the medicine bowl and said, "I am in good health!"

"If I don't open my eyes to watch the Emperor of Daxia die and kill that bitch, how can I be willing to close my eyes!"

he roared.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Immediately afterwards, he started coughing violently again, and blood came out of his cough.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked and felt uneasy.

Two armies are facing each other. With the coach in this state, who can fight well?

At this moment.

"Report!"

"It's bad, Master Taizheng, the temperature in Xianren Mountain is getting lower and lower, and the snow hasn't stopped. Our soldiers are already unable to hold on in the ravine."

"People are getting frostbite one after another. If this continues, I'm afraid..." said a sergeant with an extremely grim expression.

In fact, the situation is worse than it sounds.

"What?!" The Japanese general was startled and stood up suddenly, very emotional.

"Oops!"

"We didn't bring enough baggage for the march!"

"What should I do now?"

"We didn't have the advantage of time, place, or people. In the fierce battle in the first half of the night, our casualties were as high as more than 10,000!"

"Everything has exceeded our expectations!"

Everyone was talking at once, with grim looks on their faces. They didn't want to fight anymore, but no one dared to mention retreat.

Taizheng Wuzhi gradually calmed down at this moment, and there was a hint of regret in his gloomy eyes. He should have realized it before setting out, otherwise he would not be surrounded by enemies now!

He stood up with difficulty and said hoarsely, "Where is the quartermaster Murata?"

Upon hearing this, the senior leaders of the Yasukuni Army looked even more disgusted.

Someone gritted his teeth and stammered, "He was killed by an enemy general named Zhang Han..."

This time, Tai Zheng Wuzhi was completely furious.

He shouted angrily with a shrill voice: "How could he, a logistics quartermaster, be killed by the enemy?!"

The man knelt on the ground and trembled as he complained: "I don't know..."

"Well, it seems that they happened to run into each other in the valley. Lord Murata looked at him for a while, and this madman said that the Emperor of Daxia said that he would kill officials."

"And among the thousands of people, they managed to take Lord Murata..."

He couldn't say any more.

It was really shameful. During the melee, it did give the Xia army an opportunity to take advantage of, but they killed people and then retreated. This was the most outrageous thing.

Everyone lowered their heads with grim expressions.

"This is too much! This is too much!" Tai Zheng gritted his teeth and trembled with anger.

He had never felt so aggrieved in his life.

But at this point, there is no turning back.

He clenched his fist and said hoarsely: "Now, the army has suffered heavy losses. The Emperor of Daxia will not let us leave directly!"

"Instead of running away, why not give it another try!"

"Otherwise, everything will be lost!"

"Now we are grasshoppers on the same rope. Whoever has two minds will die!"

Upon hearing this, many generals of the National Salvation Army looked unhappy, but they also knew this was the truth.

He forced himself to cheer up: "Taizheng, what should we do?"

Under the light, a hint of madness appeared in Taizheng Wuzhi's eyes!

He dares to take on the heavy responsibility of fighting against Da Xia, and that is because he has the confidence and trump card!

A vicious and cruel plan took shape in his mind.

"Gather all the gunpowder in the army for me!"

"Choose 10,000 warriors, blow up the mountain range, and perish together with the enemy!"

"Then, the entire army will take advantage of the chaos and charge forward, trying every possible means to get out of the Immortal Mountain. As long as we get outside the mountain, everything will be easy!"

Upon hearing this, the top leaders of the Yasukuni Army were shocked!

Ten thousand?

This is to send 10,000 troops to their deaths, to launch a suicidal attack!

Everyone was shocked!

Not to mention whether it succeeds or not, even if it succeeds, that’s ten thousand people!

"Taishung, this..."

“Is this inappropriate?”

"If you fail, you'll just be shooting yourself in the foot."

"Moreover, the Yasukuni Shrine is the empire's last hope, not a tool for you to avenge your personal grudges. Breaking out and retreating is the best thing to do right now!" Someone said this with a red face.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Tai Zheng Wuzhi had completely lost his mind, especially after being angered by Qin Yun's words.

Snapped!

Taizheng slapped him hard.

He said coldly: "Didn't I say I won't break out?"

"Retreat means loss!"

"Attack, there is still room for maneuver!"

"Are you questioning my loyalty to the Empire?"

The man trembled, covering his cheek and dared not speak.

"Drag him away and subject him to military law!"

"No, no, Lord Taizheng!" the general wailed and was dragged away.

Tai Zheng said coldly: "Who is still opposed now?!"

Everyone was afraid and dared not speak.

"..."