The First Tyrant of Daxia

Seeing this, Murong Shunhua's beautiful eyes flickered slightly. Unsure of him, she asked tentatively, "Are you angry?"

"Isn't it?" Qin Yun glanced at her proudly.

Murong Shunhua raised her red lips, smiled, and immediately said, "That's enough, do you think I can't see it?"

"That's right." Qin Yun said stubbornly.

Murong Shunhua stretched out a hand and pinched the soft flesh on his waist, causing him to scream in pain.

On the side, someone was peeking and laughing.

Qin Yun was so angry that he yelled, "What are you looking at? What are you laughing at? Do you want to die?!"

He Ya and others immediately shrank their necks, retracted their gazes, and dared not look again.

Murong Shunhua was used to playing around with him, so she rolled her eyes coquettishly and said, "Why are you yelling at them? Why not yell at me?"

Qin Yun spread his hands: "I don't dare."

She suppressed her laughter: "Why not? You are the great emperor of Daxia, and you hold the life and death of the world in your hands!"

"Because I'm afraid you won't sleep with me at night." Qin Yun said seriously.

Her cheeks suddenly turned red and she spat, "Bah, you thief man!" After cursing, she looked around, afraid that someone would hear her. Qin Yun was shameless, but she was.

Empress Xigong has been in this position for a long time, and she also has some baggage.

She was just about to turn around and warn Qin Yun when suddenly, a series of tiny sounds came from afar.

No one here is a simple person. Everyone started to look and looked towards the source of the voice.

"Someone is coming, put out the fire and hide!" Qin Yun gave the order decisively, grabbed Murong Shunhua's waist with one hand, and hid in the bushes.

The Jinyiwei also ambushed one after another.

As for the young Duke Clasen, he was terrified. Betraying the top leaders of the Allied Forces was a capital crime and no one could save him. However, he had no other options and could not endure the torture.

Bang bang bang!

Then, the sound became closer and closer, and it was obvious that it was a team of soldiers holding torches, galloping towards them.

At this moment, the surroundings were extremely quiet and everyone wanted to stop breathing.

Leading the group was a knight in silver armor, tall and mighty, full of classical Western style, with an ordinary face and a big beard.

He scanned the surroundings with his sharp eyes and instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he did not move closer.

"General, there is a fire that just went out ahead." someone said.

Grant narrowed his eyes and quickly became alert: "What is this young master from the Duke's family doing here? He must ask me to come here as well."

"All alert!"

"Yes!"

It must be said that as a young pioneer, he was definitely no less than a drunkard. He immediately became cautious and shouted to all around: "Klasen!"

"Little Duke, what do you want to talk to me about? Please show up. Stop playing around. Marshal Barry has given me a mission. If you delay any longer, I can't afford it!"

The sound echoed in the night.

In the grass, he shook three times.

Grant and the others looked over fiercely and almost drew their swords.

Klassen limped out of the haystack, trembling all over, and gradually appeared in their sight.

Due to the light at night, he could not see clearly the injuries on Klassen's body. He frowned and said, "Little Duke, what's wrong with you? Why are you here alone?"

"I...I..." He stuttered, unable to speak, but his expression looked very terrified, and he kept looking back out of the corner of his eyes.

This was something that he couldn't hide from someone like Grant. He was shocked and responded reflexively: "Not good, retreat!"

He was about to turn around when suddenly, a figure appeared behind Klassen, almost overlapping with Klassen. It was too breathtaking in the plain shrouded in darkness.

"Walk?"

"I'm afraid none of you can leave today." The faint voice seemed to carry the aura of a master.

Grant's scalp exploded: "It's a foreigner!"

"Retreat quickly!" He didn't know the situation, so he just slapped the reins and rushed back with a dozen guards.

But at this moment, swish, swish, swish!

In the darkness, countless black shadows fluttered, like ghosts, directly blocking the surroundings, and the charging cavalry were all tripped by something.

Boom!

boom!

"Ah!" All of Grant's men were trapped in the battle and fell flat on their faces, their faces covered in blood.

"Shut up!"

Grant quickly pulled the reins, his expression changed drastically, his whole body tensed up, he keenly sensed the danger.

At this moment, the Jinyiwei figures have stopped at the surroundings. Although there are not many people, they are like dumplings.

"General Grant, would you like to sit down and talk?" Qin Yun walked forward with a smile on his face, standing with his hands behind his back, looking casual and calm.

Grant turned around abruptly, his face flushed, his eyes wide open with anger: "Klasen, you bastard, you dare to collude with aliens to betray me, you are finished, you are finished!"

He roared hysterically and sweated profusely.

boom!

Klassen slammed his knees on the ground, wanting to cry but unable to, trembling: "It's none of my business, there's nothing I can do. If I don't ask you to come, they'll kill me!"

"You useless piece of shit! Don't you understand what this means when two armies are fighting? You are betraying the entire coalition. Even your father can't save you!" Grant roared, and smoke almost came out of his nostrils.

"Wow, wow, wow!" Klassen cried loudly, feeling very aggrieved.

Qin Yun scratched his ears and said impatiently, "Are you done arguing? Is it because my words have no deterrent effect?"

The tone was filled with dissatisfaction.

Grant's whole body was stiff, looking at the figures gradually walking out from all around him, especially the eyes of people like He Ya, which made even this vanguard officer rolling among the dead bodies feel frightened.

"Who are you?"

"How dare you lure me here? Do you know that this is the area controlled by Western countries? Do you want to die?" He shouted, forcing himself to remain calm.

At this moment, all his men got up covered in dust and dirt, drew their knight swords, and looked around alertly.

Qin Yun sneered: "You don't need to care who we are. You just need to know that if you don't get off your horse and talk properly within three seconds after I finish speaking, then I will use my own way to make you get off your horse and talk properly."

Murong Shunhua translated it verbatim.

After hearing this, Grant flew into a rage and shouted, "How dare you! I won't get off my horse. What can you do to me? Get ready to fight!"

After all, he was a vanguard officer who had emerged from a sea of ​​blood and corpses, so he would not be intimidated. Immediately, a dozen of his men formed a square formation, intending to fight to the last.

Qin Yun didn't say a word, but just made a gesture.

He Ya couldn't hold back any longer and took a step forward: "I'll do it!"

He was like a tiger lurking in the plains at night, with a faint light in his eyes, and rushed directly towards Grant.

"Humph!"

Grant snorted coldly, like thunder, with great disdain. He squeezed the horse's belly tightly. The horse neighed and raised its hooves high. He actually wanted to trample He Ya to death!