The First Tyrant of Daxia

There was a lot of discussion in the Shenjiying camp.

"Alas, what a pity, if the commander doesn't come down in person, if General Mu Le kills a few more people, the enemy will get scared and will definitely not come out again."

"Yeah, what a pity!" They spoke one after another, as if they didn't think there would be any suspense.

"Your Majesty, how many moves do you think will take to win?" Murong Shunhua suddenly walked out of the chariot, wearing a simple white outfit that highlighted her sharpness and figure. She didn't look like a woman who had given birth to two children.

Qin Yun looked forward, his lips curled up: "One move."

She was not surprised to hear that. After all, Mu Le had already demonstrated his talent and bravery: "Then I will bet on one and a half moves."

Qin Yun looked at him with a smile: "Are you the happy enemy sent by God to oppose me?"

She smiled rather proudly: "Regret now, there is no medicine for regret!"

"Then I'll return the goods." Qin Yun was serious, but he actually started flirting in front of thousands of troops. I wonder if the Persian army would be so angry that they would die on the spot if they knew about it.

"You!" Murong Shunhua's eyes widened and she was about to attack.

suddenly!

boom!

There was a loud noise on the battlefield, and the huge body of the Persian warrior fell to the ground with a thud. A spear pierced his chest, and blood was flowing, quickly dyeing the ground red.

The entire army roared like a tsunami: "The general is mighty, and Daxia is mighty!"

Qin Yun smiled: "Hahaha, did you see that? I'll tell you one move, right? Shunhua, you lose. The bet is that you will wear black stockings next time!"

Murong Shunhua's face darkened. Did she bet on it? This was too shameless!

She was too lazy to pay attention and looked towards the city wall.

Mu Le drew out his spear, his armor gleaming in the sun, looking domineering and more mature. He pointed with one hand and said, "Who else? Come down together!"

The whole army followed suit and shouted: "Who else? Come down!"

"Come down!"

Morale soared and challenges continued.

On the city wall, the faces of the Persian soldiers were horrified and pale: "How, how is this possible!"

"Tuku was killed in one strike. How did he do it?"

General Giannis was extremely angry and banged his fists: "This loser didn't even have time to pick up his weapon. How careless!"

"You bastard, who's going to go down and kill this guy?" he yelled, apparently angry.

Even if he doesn't want to fight now, he has to continue fighting, because if he doesn't fight back, morale will be completely low, and if Daxia doesn't withdraw its troops, the losses will only be greater!

This was also the situation Qin Yun had thought of from the beginning, taking into account people's gambler mentality.

"General, I'll go!" A middle-aged man with a face full of golden beard shouted, holding a knight's sword in his hand, and his body was wrapped tightly in iron sheets.

Giannis was relieved when he saw that it was his capable general, Mensoro. "Okay, go down quickly. If you succeed, you will be the first to achieve the victory!"

"Yes!" Mensoro quickly rushed down the city wall, riding a group of white horses, and rushed out with arrogance.

The morale of the Persians was not yet completely low. Suddenly, trumpets sounded everywhere, and the voices of Na'vi continued, shattering the sky.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!

Mu Le stood still like a mountain, with the shadow of a young war god, and his sharp eyes were obviously casual.

Lock Luo clenched the knight's sword and shield and said coldly: "Dead man, you don't need to know my name!"

Mu Le sneered and fought back mercilessly: "Well, come here, I'll kill you with one move!"

He waved his hand with great dominance and a disdainful look.

"Insanity!"

Mensoro roared in Western language, his hair standing on end, and then he galloped on his horse, rushing forward like a chariot, and in just a few breaths he arrived in front of Mu Le.

"Die!" he roared, and the knight's sword slashed down with great force.

At that moment, more than 200,000 people from both sides were watching intently.

"Heh." Mu Le was disdainful. The Arabian horse under him didn't even move. He raised his spear and stabbed it, like a snow dragon emerging from the sea, as fast as lightning, an action that was almost impossible for a human to accomplish.

puff!

The knight's sword fell to the ground with a bang, and there was another bloody hole in Mensoro's chest. He spit out blood from his mouth and looked down at his chest with fear and disbelief in his eyes.

"you……"

Mu Le was ruthless. This kind of fighting did not satisfy him: "I have seen the man riding a white horse before. Now he is only a pile of bones. You are no exception!"

After saying that, he pulled out the bloody spear with one hand. Mensoro screamed and blood spurted out of the hole in his chest.

Boom!

He fell to the ground again, twitching, and repeated the same mistake.

Mu Le's bravery shocked the West!

On the city wall, the Persians stared at the scene in horror for a long time without being able to speak, as if they had fallen from heaven to hell. The cheeks of those who had just said that the kill could be done with one move were burning!

Giannis felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead fly. He thought He Ya from a few days ago was difficult enough to deal with, but then another one showed up.

At this time, there was another round of thunderous applause from the Daxia army camp, and the Shenji camp celebrated with their swords and shouted continuously, with great momentum.

Qin Yun, who was standing on the chariot in the back, looked pleased and laughed, "Hahaha, not bad, this kid has the same power as I had in the past!"

Murong Shunhua almost vomited when he said this. She squinted her eyes and said coldly without giving him any face: "Please, when have you ever been so powerful?"

There were Jinyiwei around the chariot. Qin Yun felt embarrassed and glared at her fiercely.

Murong Shunhua didn't care at all, but she didn't talk back. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She was enjoying this unique privilege.

If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t dare to speak like that.

At this time, Qin Yun saw that the other party had stopped moving, so he immediately stood up and shouted provocatively: "Persian warriors, you don't seem to be in a good state today, how about I come back another day?"

puff!

Murong Shunhua couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. This thief's words were really... murderous!

No means no. Saying you are not in good condition, isn't that just disgusting?

More than 100,000 Shenji Battalions roared with laughter, full of ridicule, surrounding the entire city of Lance.

Suddenly, Giannis was so angry that he was shaking all over and his facial features were full of anger!

He yelled, "Stop being so arrogant, you bastard! How dare you insult my Persian soldiers!"

Qin Yun shouted seriously: "I don't mean to humiliate you, I'm just telling you the truth. If you're not in good condition, don't fight. Otherwise, it's boring to watch. Don't you agree?"

"You!" Giannis was furious and yelled, "Who else dares to go down and fight? The winner will be promoted three levels!"

At this moment, the Persian generals obviously did not dare to be careless and were all a little afraid.

Someone gritted his teeth and said hesitantly: "General, something is wrong. Have we fallen into the enemy's trap?"

"This guy is definitely not some young general!"

"Warrior Tuku and General Mensoro died in battle one after another, both in one blow. This is too exaggerated. I think, how about giving up the fight?"

Snapped!

Giannis slapped him and yelled, "I don't need you to say it!"