The First Tyrant of Daxia

Finish giving the instructions.

Qin Yun refused to enter the military tent. He stood on a high place, bathing in the moonlight, staring intently in the direction of the Yimu Mountain Grand Canyon.

This war is of extraordinary significance.

Cha Ming Wei Rou snuggled into his arms, her jade-like face was a little pale, and her eyes were full of worry.

Just ten miles away, her people were surrounded by an army of more than 200,000 for several days, and their lives were in danger!

"Wei Rou, don't worry."

"I will give you my full support."

Hearing this, she nodded slightly, and seemed to be in a bad mood. Her hands were even shaking with nervousness!

Just like that, about an incense stick of time passed.

Ten miles away, flames shot up into the sky!

The sound of thousands of troops fighting spread in all directions, and even from such a distance, it could still be heard.

Yan Zhong's army descended from the sky like a god.

The Feiya tribe was caught off guard and they didn't even know where these 30,000 soldiers appeared.

In addition, with 30,000 people against 10,000, the Feiya tribe has no chance of winning at all.

They were quickly dispersed.

Yan Zhong strictly followed Qin Yun's orders and did not linger in the battle. He rushed into the canyon as fast as possible.

Several hours ago, Qin Yun sent someone to convey the message to Cha Mingmu. If nothing unexpected happened, he knew that the imperial army would go to rescue them tonight.

Under the spotlight.

Yan Zhong led the way and charged into the canyon, his body bathed in blood, followed by thousands of troops.

The iron hooves were like thunder, rushing out from the darkness like an angry ghost! !

The movement was extremely terrifying.

"In compliance with His Majesty's order, lift the siege of the canyon and kill the nine allied forces!"

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

"Anyone who disobeys the emperor's order will be killed without mercy!"

Yan Zhong's voice was like thunder, and at the same time he pulled the bow, shooting three arrows, trembling in the air.

The three large flags of the grassland leaders were shot down directly.

Then, tens of thousands of people rushed into the canyon like a steel torrent.

"Oh no, it's the imperial army, how did they get here?!"

"They are rushing into the canyon, hurry up, stop them!"

"We can't let them rescue people!"

There were constant roars, and the grassland barbarians pounced forward like a group of wild beasts, but they were met with a stubborn counterattack.

A grassland leader screamed from the back: "How many enemies are there?"

A barbarian was terrified: "This... I don't know, there are thousands of troops, I'm afraid there are more than 200,000 people."

"roll!"

"Two hundred thousand bullshit people! How can the imperial court have the leisure to dispatch so many people to deal with us?"

"Humph, kill them all!"

The rugged leader was roaring, his eyes red with killing intent.

But as soon as the words left his mouth.

In the chaotic battlefield, a messenger was screaming.

"Captain, it's bad. Our main tent was attacked by the Jiangnan soldiers and we suffered heavy losses!"

"And the Dazhen tribe and the central tent all suffered crazy sneak attacks."

Upon hearing this, the barbarians were terrified and their leader changed color!

The battlefield was in chaos and fire was raging everywhere.

"what?"

"Could it be that the imperial army has arrived?"

Someone else pointed to the distance and shouted, "Look, there is dust rising in the west, and the imperial army is coming!"

"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"

"We have to go back to the main tent to help...!"

"Why didn't Daliang inform us? This is Daxia's elite main force, at least 200,000 people!!"

"..."

Countless sounds filled the chaotic and open battlefield, seemingly without any order!

This battle was a complete mess.

Even the leaders were in a panic and believed it to be true. More than 200,000 elite troops from the imperial court came to rescue.

This is the effect Qin Yun wants.

He stood on the commanding heights of Jieting, overlooking the horrific melee from afar with a confident smile on his face.

"Your Majesty is wise. Let's raise more dust while it's dark. The nine coalition forces will not be able to judge how many troops we have."

"Look at those barbarians from the grassland. They continue to fight if they want to fight, and retreat if they want to retreat. They are indeed a bunch of useless people, a loose cargo alliance." Chang Hong said with a smile.

Qin Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair dancing in the wind, looking very steady.

Although he was not on the battlefield, he dominated the entire battlefield.

"With the help of the mysterious man's letter, rescuing the Zazahar tribe is too easy."

"Just waiting for Yan Zhong to return."

"Now, I will start the next step of the plan."

As he spoke, a sharp light shot out from his eyes, which seemed to be able to pierce the sky, and it was extremely terrifying.

The people around were all shocked.

What other plans do you have?

Chang Hong's eyes flickered, and he asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, you are not planning to counterattack, are you...?"

Qin Yun grinned, revealing his big white teeth, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Turning back, he said, “That’s pretty much what I meant.”

Upon hearing this, many generals' mouths twitched and cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.

The grassland is in such a mess. It would be good enough if we could escape victoriously. Your Majesty still wants to fight?

"I want to ask you, which tribe is the closest to Jieting?"

Chang Hong said without hesitation: "Dazhen Tribe."

“They are active year-round south of the eastern prairies.”

Qin Yun shook his head: "Although this tribe is close, it is not the strongest of the nine tribes."

"I can't wipe out all nine tribes for now."

"So we'll pick the strongest one to destroy and shock the outside world."

As he spoke, he said quietly: "The Dongtu tribe is suitable, rich and powerful. Defeating it will be enough to deter other tribes."

Hearing this, Chang Hong's scalp tingled.

Attack the East Turkestan tribe’s lair? !

All the generals swallowed hard and looked at Qin Yun in horror.

"That's right. The food will not arrive until five days later. This forces me to rob it."

"Since the Dong Turkestan tribe is so arrogant, I will start with him!"

"Bring the map, I want to lay it out."

The indifferent voice without a trace of emotion made people frightened and terrified!

"..."

The great war on the grassland has turned into a complete mess.

There were hundreds of thousands of soldiers involved in the battle, scattered everywhere, fighting continuously.

But the grassland tribes always suffer the most.

The army sent out by Qin Yun was like loaches, chasing each other and running away, and attacking each other when they retreated. It was completely a guerrilla tactic.

The battle lasted until dawn.

The Yimu Mountain Valley was littered with corpses.

I saw a river of blood flowing in the horrible canyon, reflecting the blood moon in the sky.

But Kou Tianxiong and Yan Zhong rushed out, and half of the 30,000-strong army was killed!

Following behind him were more than 10,000 members of the Zazahar tribe, of which only a few were left, and many were old, weak, sick and disabled.

The nine allied forces on the grassland no longer had the will to resist. Firstly, they were afraid of encountering a large army from the imperial court, and secondly, they were in a hurry to return for reinforcements!

This situation has arisen because each of them has their own selfish motives and is unwilling to take the lead.

Half an hour later.

The canyon is eight miles away.

A certain tent was built on the plain, which was extremely luxurious and solemn.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded.

Zhang Ren's elegant figure showed a cold murderous aura, and he cursed: "Waste, a bunch of waste!"

"Why did you give up the Yimu Mountain Canyon? It's only midnight and someone took Cha Mingmu away. I'm so angry!"

Ayezu covered his red and swollen cheeks and showed no temper.

"Our rear was attacked, so we withdrew half of our troops."

"Moreover, the imperial court's troops suddenly appeared at the foot of the canyon like a divine army descending from heaven. How can we defend ourselves?"

Zhang Ren's face was grim, and he snorted, "So you are trash!"

Several grassland leaders blushed but dared not speak.

"You've all been lied to!"

"The hundreds of thousands of troops coming from there are just a trick of the Great Xia Emperor. His army is at most 100,000!"

"We have also separated into four locations to fight and launch a surprise attack!"

"You were fooled around and defeated!"

"waste!!"

Zhang Ren is rarely so angry. These people are really too stupid!

"what?"

"There are only a hundred thousand troops in all their battlefields combined?!" one leader asked in shame and anger, his veins bulging.

Zhang Ren said coldly, "What else?"

"what……!"

"You bastard, how dare the emperor's son lie to us!"

"We can't let them leave like this!"

"Let's go all the way and leave the dog emperor in the grassland to avenge our previous humiliation!"

The leaders roared like wild beasts, extremely angry. They were defeated and scared away, which made them feel aggrieved.

Deep in the military tent.

Wang Min sat there calmly, her peach blossom eyes as still as a lake, and she didn't care about the battle situation at all.

But he looked far-reachingly and said quietly in his heart.

Qin Yun, where are you?

This time, you can't run away!