The First Tyrant of Daxia

Even though Isabella was more mature than her peers, she had never been to the battlefield. Suddenly seeing such a bloody scene, her heart was deeply shocked.

Her delicate hands were tightly gripping the reins, her fingers were clenched so tightly that her knuckles were slightly white, and her whole body was trembling.

The strong smell of blood in the air and the scene of flesh and blood flying in front of her eyes all stimulated the nerves of the young queen.

"Is this war?"

After a while, Isabella murmured with trembling lips and pale face.

Beside him, Qin Yun was holding a long sword, looking around, trying to find the archer with sharp eyes, revealing a kingly temperament that did not belong to a guard.

Hearing Isabella's words, Qin Yun smiled coldly and said, "No, this is not a war."

"No, not the war?"

Isabella turned her head in confusion and looked at Qin Yun, her eyes full of doubt.

After confirming that the deadly murderous intent against Isabella seemed to have gone away, Qin Yun relaxed his vigilance slightly, and his tense muscles also relaxed.

"What happened here was just a fight at best."

Seeing that Isabella was still looking at him, Qin Yun began to explain.

For me, this battle in the canyon is indeed not qualified to be called a war.

Comparing with other countries, this place is more like the so-called Warring States Period of a certain country. It is said to be a war among various countries, but in fact it is just a group fight among several villages.

It’s just that the fight that happened in Ptolemy was on a much larger scale.

The real war is between me and the seven western countries!

Countries are fighting for the survival of their race. Even if half of the combatants on both sides were taken out, it would be enough to flatten the place of Ptolemy!

"Just... fighting?"

Isabella withdrew her gaze and showed a thoughtful expression, but in her heart she was thinking of the Emperor of Great Xia who went to war with the seven western countries.

Just standing here and witnessing a battle that can't even be called a war, I'm already terrified and exhausted.

The emperor of the great Xia Dynasty even personally led an army of millions into battle. What a hero he was!

The brief conversation between the two was just a small episode, and the bloody battle continued.

Mu Le led the soldiers to charge, and there was no tactical problem at all. His personal bravery was displayed to the fullest, almost like a real god of war descending to earth.

However, this group of recruited soldiers lacked practical experience. Even with the leadership of a peerless general like Mu Le, the balance of victory still inevitably tilted towards Flo.

"Fire arrows!"

With a roar, a rain of arrows whizzed out from the sky, instantly drowning the soldiers in front, and bright blood flowers bloomed!

boom!

Many soldiers who were fighting fell down in an instant, twitching all over and no longer having the strength to fight.

In the blink of an eye, a space was cleared in the front battle area, giving the fighting generals a chance to return to the rear army to replace their troops.

This was an order given by Qin Yun, asking the infantry phalanx in the rear to provide support and reverse the decline of the vanguard army.

"Your Majesty, our casualties have exceeded one third!"

One general had a hideous look on his face, covered in blood, and a huge knife wound on his back that almost went through his entire body.

He knelt before Isabella, and shouted with red eyes: "Your Majesty! We can't continue fighting! If we continue like this, all of us will be buried here!"

Several generals who had just retired from the vanguard army, although not as radical as this general, also stood beside this general. The meaning of their expressions was self-evident.

Isabella's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was reluctance in her eyes. She was extremely sad about the loss of the army.

These are the last troops of the Ptolemaic Dynasty. If they are wiped out here, it will take at least three to five years to recover.

Seeing that Isabella did not respond, the general growled hoarsely, "Your Majesty! Even Rickli was killed in the battle!"

Hearing this, Isabella was stunned, and then took a breath.

Rickli was the general most loyal to her. Even when she was on the run, he stood firmly by her side and sought help for her in the dynasty.

The fact that so many troops were left was mostly thanks to Rickli, who was willing to go against the powerful Flo and force the troops to stay.

This general had survived several assassination attempts, but unexpectedly he died on this battlefield!

She opened her mouth subconsciously, and immediately wanted to order the entire army to retreat, rest and fight again.

Qin Yun couldn't help but shook his head and sighed when he saw this scene.

The kindness of women!

This is a battle to determine the fate of the country. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Once it starts, it must never end!

Withdrawing troops now may seem to preserve the manpower for future battles, but in fact that is not the case at all.

This army was almost entirely composed of new recruits. After experiencing such a ruthless and bloody battle in their first battle, they were bound to develop a strong fear of fighting after the retreat.

By then, let alone Flo's army, even a group of wolves would probably scare them to death!

Fierce battles can certainly forge a powerful army, but it also requires a lot of people!

Who are you? What kind of soldiers do you have?

Those were great victories that forged an iron-blooded and powerful army!

Even if we lose the battle and have to retreat, we will never be afraid of fighting. We will only move forward courageously and become more courageous as the battle goes on!

Just as Isabella was about to give an order, Qin Yun stepped forward and held her shoulders, saying in a stern tone: "You cannot retreat."

Isabella froze, looking at the tragic battlefield ahead, without looking back: "Why, why?"

"If you withdraw now, you will never have a chance to turn things around. The shadow of failure will forever hang over the hearts of these soldiers. They will be afraid, afraid to fight, and will run away."

"When the time comes, if you want to organize them to fight Flo again, you will only see a group of little sheep frightened by the butcher, trembling timidly under the sharp blade, waiting to be slaughtered."

"The only chance is to fight Flo to the end, until he feels pain, until he has no choice but to mobilize the Tibetan Tiger Army and use his last trump card to fight us."

"When he shows his final fighting strength, that's when we blow the horn of counterattack!"

Qin Yun's words seemed to carry a unique magic that made Isabella calm down involuntarily.

"But by that time, we will no longer have soldiers to fight against the Tibetan Tiger Army." She swallowed and said softly, "We will still fail..."

Qin Yun's low laughter sounded in her ears, and then Isabella heard the words that she would remember for the rest of her life.

"I'm behind you, so you can't fail."

"Wherever I am, there is victory!"

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Isabella's heart hard, making her feel agitated and her blood boiling!

Looking at the bloody general in front of her, she took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

"Pass the order, fight to the death!"