The First Tyrant of Daxia

"He's been shot! Kill him!"

"He's dying, take this opportunity to kill this Han Chinese!"

The British soldiers who were scared to death just now rushed forward one by one as if they were injected with chicken blood.

"what!"

He Ya roared angrily and swung the sword in his hand fiercely, and the British soldier rushing in front was knocked to the ground in an instant.

The British soldiers behind stopped urgently.

"He can still move!"

"so horrible!"

He Ya glared at the British soldier, stretched out his hand and broke the arrow on his shoulder, and blood immediately spurted out.

"This Han Chinese is too cruel."

"Don't be scared by him. He was hit by an arrow from Lord Khalil and doesn't have much strength left. With so many of us, one sword each can kill him."

"kill!"

"Come on! Foreign devils!"

He Ya's eyes widened in anger, his robes fluttered, and his aura was as fierce as a ghost or god.

He then thrust his sword forward and took out a British soldier, but a cunning enemy soldier got behind He Ya and slashed him in the back.

He Ya felt great pain and kicked the enemy in front of him, pulled out his sword, and then slashed the neck of the enemy behind him with the sword.

But more British soldiers and Western coalition forces rushed up.

He Ya was already exhausted and half-knelt on the ground. If it weren't for the sword in his hand, he would have fallen down.

His chest heaved violently, and he recalled the scene in Xiliang that day.

"Although I am a surrendered general from Xiliang, I am fortunate that Your Majesty has not abandoned me and has made me important! I have no way to repay this great kindness, and I can only defend to the death!"

He Ya looked in the direction of the British Royal City, where Qin Yun's troops were stationed.

"Your Majesty, I am a humble general, but I am willing to defend Donur City for you till my death!"

"This determination remains unchanged!"

He Ya seemed to have infinite power surging in his heart. He stood up again, covered in blood, like a god of death.

"Damn it! How can he still stand up!"

Both British soldiers and Western coalition forces were frightened.

This Han Chinese is too tenacious.

"Idiot! He's running out of energy, hurry up!" cursed the Macedonian Empire general who had just climbed onto the city wall.

Looking around, more and more British soldiers and Western coalition forces rushed up to the walls of Donur City.

The solid city gate, after days of battering rams, was in danger of being broken down at any time.

The Yanyun Cavalry has not given up and is fighting with the British soldiers and the Western Allied Forces.

"Defend the city to the death!"

General Bailiqi raised his sword and shouted.

The brutality of the Donur battlefield seemed to dye even the bright white moon in the sky a layer of blood red.

He Ya felt sad: "Your Majesty, I may not be able to accompany you to unify the world."

He opened his eyes and suddenly roared: "Kill!"

He Ya charged forward with his sword in hand, once again charging into the enemy's encirclement.

"Kill He Ya's men! Reward them with Viscount! Thousands of slaves! Hundreds of miles of fiefdom!"

Lord Khalil's voice spread throughout the battlefield. All the British soldiers were inspired and no longer afraid. They rushed to take Ho Ya's head.

"Hahaha!"

He Ya laughed wildly towards the sky.

"If you want to take my life, give your life first!"

After saying that, he killed several more enemy soldiers.

However, two fists are no match for four hands, and He Ya, who was exhausted, finally sat on the ground exhausted.

"Is that the end?"

He Ya smiled bitterly.

"Go to hell, Han people! Your heads will create wealth for me!"

A British soldier had a ferocious look on his face and raised his sword to chop off He Ya's head.

At this moment, an arrow drew a streak in the night sky and accurately hit the head of the British soldier standing in front of He Ya.

Bright red blood flowed from his forehead. He looked into the distance in disbelief and fell down.

"Who?!"

He Ya looked in the direction where the arrow came from in surprise.

On the road in the direction of the royal city, a large group of people and horses came galloping like thunder, shaking the earth.

The black armor they wore looked even more solemn and cold under the cold moonlight, like cavalry crossing a glacier.

The flags in the team directly point out their identities.

"Mu Le from the Great Xia Divine Machine Camp, come to support us!"

He Ya burst into laughter immediately, and even the injuries on his body couldn't stop him from laughing.

"Mu Le! What a great Mu Le!" He Ya clapped his thighs and laughed.

But the support did not stop.

"Sekhemite, the Tiger Army of Daxia, come to support us!"

"Zhu Rong of the Great Xia Elephant Army, come to support us!"

In the forests, wild beasts were startled, grass and trees were swaying, tiger roars rang out one after another, echoing in the forests. Thousands of tigers were about to leave the forests, their bloody mouths opened, ready to devour the enemies!

On the plain, the sound of footsteps rumbled, and it seemed that even the ground was shaking. Under the moonlight, the shadows of countless giant beasts were stretched out on the plain, as if they were invincible chariots, rushing forward, unmatched!

"Hahaha!"

He Ya smiled even more happily: "They are all here! They are all here!"

Behind the army, Prince Khalil's face turned very ugly.

"The Divine Machine Battalion! The Tibetan Tiger Army! The Elephant Army!"

Khalil roared in despair, "Why are all these guys here? Isn't Mu Le in the Royal City? Isn't the Elephant Army in the Ptomile Dynasty? Where did the Tibetan Tiger Army come from?"

Fifty thousand elephant troops, fifty thousand Shenji Battalion, twenty thousand Tibetan Tiger troops, plus the Yanyun Iron Cavalry in the city. Although their numbers are not as many as those of Lord Khalil, they are all well-known powerful armies and their combat effectiveness cannot be measured by ordinary numbers.

Especially the 50,000 elephant troops, their combat effectiveness on the plains is terrifying!

"Lord Kalil, I received a secret letter from the king summoning me back!" The general of the Macedonian Empire said first, "I'll be leaving now. Goodbye."

"Lord Khalil, I also received a secret letter from the king..."

"Lord Khalil, my wife gave birth..."

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The generals of the five major Western powers bid farewell to Prince Khalil and retreated with their troops.

They were not fools and could see that the situation was no longer on Lord Khalil's side.

Fighting hard is just seeking death.

"Assholes! You assholes!"

Khalil was furious. These Western coalition forces were not reliable at all. They all fled when they saw that the situation was not going well.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now? Continue attacking the city?" the legion commander stepped forward and asked.

Khalil looked at the reinforcements coming in with great momentum, and his pale face almost turned liver color.

"Retreat! Retreat to the royal city!"

Although Khalil hated those fence-sitters in the Western Allied Forces, he also knew the power of the 50,000 Shenji Camp, 50,000 Xiang Army, 20,000 Tibetan Tiger Army and Yanyun Iron Cavalry.

What's more, he didn't know whether the other party was carrying a red cannon.

If you continue to fight, you will most likely suffer losses.

After weighing the pros and cons, Khalil had no choice but to retreat.

Hearing the enemy's retreat horn, He Ya shouted with all his strength: "Yanyun Iron Cavalry!"

"Reinforcements have arrived, blow the horn for counterattack, kill them!"