The First Tyrant of Daxia

The sky was filled with morning glow, it was bright red and looked somewhat eerie.

Beacon fires were still burning everywhere on the grassland.

The evening mist was heavy and the crows were screaming.

The exhausted team slowly arrived at Jieting. The members of the Zazahar tribe had numb and terrified expressions on their faces and were dressed in tattered clothes.

The women cried and held their heads in tears. Out of a tribe of more than 100,000 people, only these few were left.

Seeing this, Cha Ming Wei Rou's eyes turned red and her slender legs became weak.

Even though I was mentally prepared, it was still extremely painful to see this scene.

boom!

Yan Zhong's hands were bleeding. He turned pale and dismounted. He knelt in front of Qin Yun and said in a serious tone, "Your Majesty, I have fulfilled my mission."

"Rescued the remaining members of Zazahar's tribe in the canyon."

"It's just..." He looked back at the carriage, his face ashamed.

that moment.

Cha Ming Wei Rou felt as if struck by lightning, tears flowed from her eyes, and she rushed towards the carriage like a madman.

Qin Yun also understood what Yan Zhong meant and frowned.

"Quick, take General Yan down to bandage his wounds, and prepare to move camp."

"It's not suitable to stay here for long."

After saying that, he followed Cha Ming Weirou's footsteps and rushed to the carriage.

Before I got close, I could only hear her heartbroken crying!

“Father…!”

Cha Ming Wei Rou knelt down, her shoulders twitching, and she cried very sadly.

It turned out that Cha Mingmu was lying in the carriage with a weak breath. It was obvious to the naked eye that he was already exhausted.

The most horrific wound was in the throat, which was almost a bloody hole!

The soldiers around all had red eyes.

They witnessed the battle last night.

What a ruthless man he is! He was seriously injured, but he still fought to the death to protect his people and still persists until now!

The members of the Zazahar tribe knelt down collectively, sobbing and wiping away tears.

The scene was like thousands of people mourning at a funeral, making one's scalp numb.

At this time, Cha Mingmu seemed to have a last burst of vitality.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, raised his pale five fingers and touched Cha Ming Weirou's head.

Hoarseness and bleeding from mouth.

"Wei...Wei Rou..."

Cha Ming Weirou's eyes were red and she cried so much that she couldn't speak.

"Dad, Dad, don't say anything, it's okay, you will be fine!"

She shook her head and cried, and put her hand over Cha Mingmu's horrible wound.

"Do not……"

"Dad can't survive."

"I hate it! Your brother and your mother..."

When he said this, his eyes, as rough as copper bells, shed tears of blood!

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he has not yet reached the point of sadness!

Cha Ming Weirou's delicate body was trembling, and she was crying very sadly. Her hands kept wiping the blood off her father, which was shocking to see.

Qin Yun's nose felt sore!

He blamed himself in his heart, thinking that all this was caused by himself, but it was they who suffered. How could he seek justice for the women and babies who died in vain in the three major tribes?

I couldn't help but clench my fists and vowed to take revenge.

The crimson morning glow shines.

Cha Mingmu glanced at the sky, which was extremely desolate, and felt like a hero’s end.

He said hoarsely, "Your Majesty, are you here?"

"I have something to ask of you..."

"Coming, coming!" Cha Ming Weirou cried until she coughed violently and looked for Qin Yun frantically.

Qin Yun took a quick step forward.

"I'm here, tell me."

Cha Mingmu showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and his hand as big as a palm leaf fan tightly grasped Qin Yun.

"Your Majesty, I could have surrendered, but I didn't!"

"Before I die, cough cough cough...can you promise me two things?"

Qin Yun's face was grim, and he nodded heavily. "Tell me, you will die for Daxia, I will definitely agree to it."

He kept swallowing and spitting out blood, and he had to almost grit his teeth to speak.

"The Zazahar tribe is now in name only and can no longer help Your Majesty. I hope Your Majesty can treat my people and my daughter well."

"Can you bring these more than 10,000 people back to the Central Plains and give them a place to live?"

In his savage eyes, there was a hint of pleading! !

Just like a tiger, it will protect its offspring before dying.

Qin Yun was moved and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you."

"I will protect these more than 10,000 people!"

"And grant them Han Chinese identity!"

Hearing this, Cha Mingmu felt relieved.

Hatred and anger gradually emerged in his eyes!

"The nine tribes killed my people, exterminated my descendants, and seized my land."

“I can’t swallow this…!”

He held Qin Yun in his hands, his eyes wide open as bells: "Your Majesty, please avenge this blood feud for me!!"

"After I, Cha Mingmu, die, I will go to the great sacred mountain of the grassland and pray for Daxia!"

Qin Yun still nodded without hesitation.

Dao: "Blood debt must be repaid with blood."

"Hahahaha!"

This rugged prairie man suddenly burst into laughter, quite crazy.

He was so badly injured that his body was almost in tatters, but he still persisted. I guess it was just to see Qin Yun and make these two requests, right?

Now, my wish has been fulfilled and I laugh out loud.

Qin Yun originally thought that Cha Mingmu was nothing special, but at this moment, he admired him deeply in his heart!

This is a qualified leader.

But life has come to an end, how sad!

"Father!"

"No!"

"No!" Cha Ming Weirou's heart-wrenching voice rang out, tears streaming down her face. She was unable to utter any other words and could only repeat "no" over and over again.

All around, the three armies were silent.

More than 10,000 Zazahar people sobbed loudly.

Cha Mingmu murmured with difficulty.

"Daughter, do you remember? When you were little, Dad taught you how to ride a horse and let you sit on his shoulders. I told you that you would become the patron saint of the tribe."

"Now, my father is leaving..."

"My great grassland spirit, please protect my people and my proud and pure white grassland pearl."

"She will surely bloom on the top of the snowy mountain..."

As he spoke, tears of blood flowed from his eyes!

Cha Ming Wei Rou was in so much pain that she grasped the carriage tightly with her slender fingers and cried out.

She had a lot to say, but couldn't say them. She could only hold her father's hand tightly, just like when she was a child riding a horse.

This made Qin Yun feel like his heart was being cut by a knife!

suddenly.

Cha Mingmu's eyes gradually began to lose color. He stretched out his hands and tried to grasp something in the distance, shouting incoherently.

"Daughter, I saw the great sacred mountain of the grassland."

“It’s guiding me…”

"I will pray for the prosperity of Daxia and the tribe..."

After saying this, he tilted his neck.

With a bang, he collapsed heavily.

“Father!!”

Cha Ming Weirou let out a heart-wrenching roar, almost breaking her throat, which was heartbreaking.

The tribesmen around all knelt on the ground with their foreheads touching the ground.

They recite the unique songs of the grassland, which they will only sing after the death of a respected person. They firmly believe that such songs can send people to the pure sacred mountains of the grassland.

The entire Jieting was instantly plunged into misery and depression!

Qin Yun didn't know what to say and could only hug Cha Ming Wei Rou.

Her tears wet her hair, mixed with her father's blood, which was heartbreaking.

"Woooooooo..."

"Your Majesty, my father is dead."

"He died fighting for the Horde."

"And my mother, my elder brother and the others..."

She shouted incoherently, hugging Qin Yun tightly with both hands.

It's like a child who has lost his toys and is desperately seeking the embrace of his family.

Qin Yun's eyes turned red when he heard the voice.

"Don't be afraid, you still have me!"

"I am your family."

"The Zazahar tribe has lost a leader, but they still have me. I will protect them from the wind and rain."

"This is my promise to you."

As he spoke, there was murderous intent in his eyes!

"Two days, at most two days, I will give all of you an explanation!!"