The First Tyrant of Daxia

A group of people followed Qin Yun and rushed out.

Zhang Wei knelt down with a thud, panting, kowtowed and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I am waiting for the death penalty..."

"The grain transport convoy was ambushed by unknown persons in Youjing and Jing."

"All the grain transport trucks were destroyed, so the grain couldn't be delivered on time."

Qin Yun clenched his fist and asked urgently, "Where is the food? Is there any food lost?"

Zhang Wei said in fear and trepidation: "Your Majesty, no, Jin Zheng has already gone to the governor of Jingzhou to find a solution."

"But I estimate that it will take at least five days to deliver the food."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes widened and they made sounds of surprise and doubt.

"Five days??"

"This is how to do!"

"The food stored in Pancheng is not enough. The soldiers in Jiangnan Prefecture were running out of food a few days ago!"

Qin Yun's face turned pale, and he clenched his fist and cursed: "Assholes, you dare to tamper with my grain carts, you cowardly dogs!"

"Did you see the appearance of the person who did it?"

Zhang Wei shook his head, his face pale as he said, "I only saw the silhouette of a person, nothing else."

"They pushed the rolling stone down the hill."

Hearing this, Qin Yun became even angrier and roared.

boom!

He broke a large flag with one kick.

The food will not arrive until five days later, but the troops in Pancheng can’t wait any longer!

And how could the Zazahar tribe in the Imushan Valley hold out for five days?

This is forcing me to retreat! !

Qin Yun roared in his heart, filled with incomparable anger!

In just five days, it became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Xiao Jian's face was grim and solemn. He stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, according to the previous plan, our food can supply more than 300,000 troops for two days."

"This is the best possible scenario..."

"If there is no food within two days, our soldiers will have to fight the nine tribes on the grassland with empty stomachs."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ministers fell into dead silence.

Everyone turned pale and didn't know what to do.

Qin Yun's eyes were like those of a tiger or a wolf at this time, and he had slowly calmed down.

"Vanguard officer, how long will it take you to get the food?" he suddenly asked.

A general with a mustache came out and said in embarrassment: "Your Majesty, this will only make things slower."

"The fastest way is to have the governor of Jingzhou quickly gather all the grain carts and send the grain over."

Qin Yun cursed: "Bullshit!"

"How many food carts would be needed to deliver food to an army of 500,000 for half a month?"

"Where did all these grain carts come from in Jingzhou?"

Someone said with an unpleasant expression: "Your Majesty, you can send it in batches. There is nothing we can do now."

Qin Yun cursed, “By the time enough food is delivered to Pancheng, the Zazahar tribe will have been wiped out!”

Everyone lowered their heads. The atmosphere was dead silent, and no one dared to bring bad luck.

Zhang Wei standing by was filled with shame and indignation.

He drew his sword and shouted, "Your Majesty, it was my negligence that caused the situation to get out of control."

"I will die as an apology for my crime."

Suddenly, everyone was shocked!

Just as he was about to cut his neck, Qin Yun kicked Zhang Wei hard, knocking him over and preventing him from committing suicide.

With a clang, the sword fell to the ground.

"Bastard thing!"

"Who told you to commit suicide?"

"After causing such a big mess, you want to just die?"

Qin Yun grabbed his collar with one hand and roared, "Think of a way for me right now. We must transport the most food in the shortest possible time!"

"Otherwise, if I lose, you won't have an easy life!"

Zhang Wei's eyes were filled with tears and he felt even more guilty.

He kowtowed repeatedly: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will do it right away."

"Thank you for not killing me."

Qin Yun let go of him, snorted coldly, then turned around and walked back to the lobby.

The face was covered with frost and water seemed to be dripping from it.

The entire Pancheng was instantly shrouded in dark clouds.

Qin Yun sat in the lobby and transferred more than 2,000 people to fully support the grain transport team to see if the situation could be remedied.

But he knew that he could only do his best and leave the rest to fate.

The battle at Imushan Canyon is an issue that must be faced.

a long time!

His eyes suddenly shot out a sharp light and a flame of unwillingness to admit defeat.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Since I have been forced to this point, I have decided to take a risk!"

boom!

He slammed the table hard, as if to show his determination.

When the people around heard this, their faces changed.

Xiao Jian was the first to step forward and asked, "Your Majesty, do you want to take the ancient plank road?"

Qin Yun nodded: "That's right, I choose to believe the person who sent the letter!"

"The bastards behind my back want to make me have no food, forced to fail on the grassland, and lose the Zazahar tribe, my right-hand man."

"How can I fulfill their wish?!"

He sneered and said, his domineering attitude displayed, looking down on the world!

All the ministers were trembling.

But there is still concern.

"But we only have enough food for two days..."

"In my opinion, it would be best to close the battle line and do our best to rescue the Zazahar tribe."

"After all, there is still a fierce tiger in front of us, Xiliang..."

These words were quickly recognized by the generals, and they all nodded.

It’s not their fault that they are cold-blooded; they are only thinking about their country.

If there is a cliff ahead and someone has to jump, it would be fine if it was just one person, so why would it take two people to jump?

But Qin Yun's idea was completely different from theirs.

He stood up and said with sharp eyes.

"Everyone, who told you that I was only here to help the Zazahar tribe?"

Everyone looked up, a hint of confusion on their faces.

Could it be that you still want to go to war with the nine tribes of the grassland and fight out a result?

Qin Yun said coldly: "The nine tribes turned a deaf ear to my warning."

"Kill my allies!"

"Kill my general!"

boom!

He pounded his fist on the chopping board, his voice getting louder: "Let me ask you, if I don't do more, do I still have the face to do it?"

"My fellow soldiers of Daxia, don't you feel ashamed?"

The angry voice quickly aroused the blood of all the generals here.

Their faces were red and their eyes were flashing with murderous intent!

Yes, the nine tribes are too rampant, we have to fight them!

"Your Majesty, we must fight, but at this time...what about food? Is two days really enough?"

"I'm afraid the best case scenario is that we can only rescue Leader Cha Mingmu?" Xiao Jian frowned.

Qin Yun said loudly: "Enough!"

"Not only will I fight, I will fight hard, until these barbarians are terrified and afraid from the bottom of their hearts!"

"Let those ambitious Turks see who is the overlord of this land!"

"Not enough food, right?"

"Then I will destroy their clan and steal their food!"

"Fight to support the fight, and you will never stop!"

"The premise is to always win!"

boom!

He punched the table again, his eyes flashing with fire, scanning everyone, full of wolfishness.

He was full of vigor and shouted: "My fellow generals, follow me to defeat the nine tribes, fight to support the war, and make great achievements for generations. Do you have the confidence?!"

"Have it?!"

Many generals were stunned, and then their eyes flashed with strange light, and their blood began to boil.

Qin Yun's words kept appearing in my mind: Fight to support the war, never stop!

The look in his eyes when he looked at Qin Yun was even more awe-inspiring.