The First Tyrant of Daxia

A cold night.

The next day, as the sun came out, the weather became a little warmer.

The entire Daxia army relied on a steady supply of hot soup and cotton-padded clothes to survive the night. At most, they suffered minor frostbite, and there were no casualties.

But the Yasukuni Army suffered a terrible fate.

The casualties reached thousands, and many soldiers' fingers were so frozen that they could not hold their weapons.

Despite all the losses, Tai Zheng Wuzhi was unable to give up his desire for revenge, and he took the initiative to deploy his troops early in the morning!

The armies of both sides quickly entered combat status.

The flags fluttered and the drums beat the sky.

Qin Yun stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the endless mountain battlefield, where the Yasukuni Army was moving in large numbers.

"What do they want?"

A general rushed over: "Report!"

"Your Majesty, the enemy is moving at high speed. An army of 10,000 people has already rushed over. They seem to be the vanguard and want to seize the hilltop."

"General Zhang Han, please fight!"

Qin Yun narrowed his eyes: "Something's wrong!"

"Only 10,000 people will be sent, and the others will remain stationary. They are so far away, Tai Zheng Wuzhi can't be so stupid!"

Hearing this, everyone became alert.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

"I suddenly thought of Japan's army of death warriors!"

"Is this old guy trying to fight to the death?" Qin Yun muttered.

Xuan Yunzi seemed to be enlightened when he heard this.

He suddenly looked in the direction where the dark army was moving: "Your Majesty, look, they are trying to get closer to the mountain on our side!"

"They were blown to pieces by a grenade last night. Have they forgotten the pain so quickly?"

Suddenly, everyone looked down at them.

The result is true!

"Something's wrong!"

"Something's wrong!" Qin Yun exclaimed, his face solemn. This was too abnormal.

"Shoot your arrows and slow them down for me!"

"Let the troops behind Yang Liu launch a feint attack to see if Taizheng Wuzhi will counterattack!"

"Everyone else, follow me to the front line quickly and tell Zhang Han not to act rashly!"

He roared, then took a step and ran madly down the mountain.

Years of fighting in the south and the north have given him a keen sense of smell.

He had concluded yesterday that Taizheng Wuzhi would not sit still and wait for death, but his actions early in the morning were extremely abnormal, and instinctively, he felt that something was wrong.

He wanted to go down and see for himself and fight against these ten thousand people.

"Yes!" Many soldiers shouted and then quickly passed the message.

On the way down the mountain, Yang Luo's troops saw the command flag and launched a feint attack on the other side of the mountain. For a while, the shouts of killing shook the sky.

The commanding heights on both sides also began to suppress the 10,000 enemy troops moving at high speed with a rain of arrows.

shhhhhh...

The arrows were so dense that they covered the sky and the sun. Corpses fell one after another with screams.

But what was strange was that these ten thousand people did not seek shelter, nor did they stop charging, but kept rushing forward.

When Qin Yun arrived at the front line, in a trench covered with snow, he was panting heavily, with thousands of soldiers around him.

"rush!"

The Japanese soldiers kept roaring, and nearly ten thousand of them rushed forward recklessly, and were about to reach the foot of the mountain.

"What are these people doing?"

"Death?"

Some staff members were suspicious.

Qin Yun gritted his teeth: "This is the death warrior!"

"It's exactly the same as Shenmu Island. There's no retreat at all."

A deputy general said: "Your Majesty, this is a good opportunity!"

"When these ten thousand people reach the foot of the mountain, we can push down the huge rock and give them a pot of wine."

Qin Yun narrowed his eyes: "How can there be such a stupid opponent? Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary!"

"How's Yang Liao doing?"

"Report!" Just then a scout rushed over, gasping for breath: "Your Majesty, General Yang sent a message back that the main force of the Jingguo Army did not go into battle, but was only defending!"

"They only sent these 10,000 people to attack the entire valley!"

Qin Yun's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition grew stronger.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he suddenly realized something.

He stared straight ahead and exclaimed, "What are they holding in their arms?!"

Everyone looked over.

I suddenly woke up: "Their swords are not even unsheathed!"

Everyone was like they had seen a ghost. It was a normal army charge. At least they had to draw their swords, right?

But they didn't, and their charging posture was strange, as if they were holding something in their arms.

"Where are the Jinyiwei?!" Qin Yun shouted decisively.

"The humble position is here!"

More than twenty people knelt down together.

"Go, quickly capture one of the enemy soldiers who was shot by an arrow, quickly!" Qin Yun shouted.

He reacted reflexively, already having some guesses in his mind that needed confirmation.

Everyone was shocked and didn't understand why His Majesty was so serious and anxious.

When Mr. Feng saw his expression, he knew it was no small matter.

"Your Majesty, I will go!"

He took a step forward, and his whole body turned into a shadow, moving through the rugged and steep mountain path, approaching the enemy's army of 10,000 people.

Not a moment.

The old man carried back a Japanese man who was hit by an arrow and his face was pale.

boom!

The man was thrown to the ground. Seeing the large number of Daxia troops, he was not afraid but a little manic.

"idiot!"

He began to curse in Japanese, ignoring his wounds.

Qin Yun was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He stepped hard on his face and then pulled hard, tearing his clothes open.

A black unknown object wrapped in oil paper fell out.

Suddenly, the eyes of everyone around Qin Yun focused.

Puzzled, "Why is this so similar to our navy's explosive pack?"

Qin Yun picked it up and smelled it, his expression was horrified!

"It's gunpowder!"

"Oh no! They are going to launch a suicide attack, charging into the battle array with gunpowder bags. This old lunatic Tai Zheng!"

"Quick, quickly let the entire army retreat 500 meters!" He shouted quickly, his hair standing on end. He never expected that Tai Zheng Wuzhi's counterattack would be like this.

As soon as the sound came out, everyone was shocked.

This kind of suicidal attack is definitely a one-way street. Ten thousand people, that's too crazy!

"Yes!"

Then, the scout ran for his life.

The command flags were waving wildly.

The troops stationed in various places in Xianren Mountain were surprised to see this scene.

"Your Majesty, let us retreat?"

"Why... is this?"

"Stop talking nonsense, retreat!" Zhang Han slapped his man on the head and led the entire army to retreat unconditionally.

On the other side, Qin Yun was also leading his men to retreat violently.

Ten thousand people holding explosive packs, even if the power of Japanese gunpowder is limited, if they are gathered together, it would be strange if they don't blow up the army.

"Quick, retreat!"

"Archers, cover, don't let them get close!"

"The troops on the mountain, withdraw immediately!" Qin Yun shouted repeatedly, racing against time.

The high-ranking officers of the navy retreated one after another.

"Quick, quick!"

In a panic, Xuan Yunzi suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Your Majesty, this is not good. Their target is not the army, but the mountain!"

"The geographical location there is special. It is the main vein of the mountain. Once it is blown up, the whole valley will collapse. By then, none of our troops in Xianren Mountain will be able to escape!"

He knows astronomy and geography, and can tell the direction of the mountain range at a glance.

Hearing this, Qin Yun's steps suddenly paused, his whole body was shocked, and he quickly stopped.

He and Xuan Yunzi looked at each other, both in horror. The other party's intention was too cruel, sacrificing 10,000 people to complete the attack!

"Your Majesty, leave quickly!"

"I will take you out first!" Old Feng grabbed the man and was about to leave. He didn't care about anything else.

"Wait!" Qin Yun yelled.

His eyes were solemn and his whole body was tense: "You can't leave!"

"We have to detonate these 10,000 people in advance, otherwise Yang Luo's army in the rear will be finished!"