The First Tyrant of Daxia

Upon hearing this, all the members and soldiers of the Zazahar tribe knelt down and worshiped him.

"Your Majesty, please avenge us!"

"We are willing to follow Your Majesty!"

boom!

The sound of kowtow is clear and audible.

They seemed to be about to break their foreheads.

Qin Yun could see a hint of anger and bloodthirstiness in their frightened eyes.

The tribe was destroyed, the leader was killed, and the whole family was torn apart!

Qin Yun looked at Cha Ming Weirou who had fainted from crying in his arms, and then looked at the Zazahar people kneeling around him.

A heavy sense of responsibility was placed on him!

Their tragedy is actually borne by themselves!

Take a deep breath and speak like thunder.

"I promise to avenge you!"

"Not only you, but also the Tengshe tribe and the Dalilun tribe. I will not sit idly by."

"I will be your God!"

"The murderer's head must fall to the ground to offer a sacrifice to the souls of Chief Cha Mingmu and others in heaven!"

After saying that, Qin Yun's face turned grim, and he drew his knife and cut his fingertips, as if swearing a blood oath!

"Thank you, Your Majesty, the Khan!"

Tens of thousands of people knelt down, sobbing in pain, and expressed their extreme gratitude.

"Report!!"

"Your Majesty, a large-scale coalition of nine major forces appeared five miles away. They seemed to have noticed that we were outnumbered and are catching up with us."

The scout's roar quickly turned the tragic scene into a tense one.

Three thousand imperial guards and tens of thousands of officers and soldiers all showed fighting intent in their eyes.

Invisibly, the aura changed suddenly!

Yan Zhong stepped forward and immediately said, "Your Majesty, please retreat first. I will cover your retreat."

Followed by.

An eight-foot-tall giant black man walked out of Zazahar's group. He was badly wounded, but his eyes were still bright.

Burning with the mad flames of revenge.

Looks like a mix of Han Chinese and grassland people.

Weng Li Weng said angrily: "Your Majesty, I am Tieta, and I would like to ask for the warriors under the command of Chief Mingmu."

"The tribe still has 3,000 combat-ready soldiers. I am willing to lead them and cover their retreat!"

Qin Yun glanced at him with admiration on his face. This black man was very strong. Even a burly man like Yan Zhong looked two sizes smaller than him.

"Very good. From now on you will be in charge of the army of the Zazahar tribe. Return to the imperial capital and I will grant you the title!"

"You are now responsible for escorting Lady Cha Ming and your people back to Pancheng."

Cha Ming Weirou's face turned pale, and she responded reflexively: "Your Majesty, what about you?"

"I still have something important to do."

"I guess Mu Le's army will be here soon."

Qin Yun's eyes seemed extremely deep. It was not his style to just leave like that.

"No, I want to be with you and avenge the tribe!"

She said stubbornly, with hatred in her deep blue eyes!

Qin Yun frowned: "Be obedient."

"Concubine, no!"

The situation was tense and Qin Yun didn't care about that. He hardened his heart and gave Old Feng a look.

Immediately, two female Jinyiwei came forward and carried Cha Ming Weirou away.

"do not want!"

"His Majesty!"

"You are the only relative I have, you can't drive me away...!" As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks. She stretched out her hand to grab Qin Yun, but failed.

The crying voice gradually faded away, sounding helpless and pitiful.

Qin Yun felt a sharp pain in his heart!

Who would have thought that the brave and wild prairie princess would become so fragile and sensitive at this moment, with tears flowing easily.

He couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do.

She and her tribesmen like Zazahar encountered many inconveniences in the army. Once they were involved in a fight, their marching speed would be delayed.

After finding out that Wei Rou has gone far away.

Someone else reported!

"Your Majesty, General Mu's reinforcements have arrived!"

"There are also soldiers from the Jiangnan Prefecture who have come to join us."

Qin Yun immediately ordered: "Pass on my order!"

"Let Mu Le's army push forward. Don't fight to the death. Just delay the time and confuse the enemy."

"Jiangnan soldiers, assist us!"

"All of you, follow me!"

"I will lead you to revenge!!"

Yan Zhong, Tieta, Feng Lao and others all bowed in agreement.

They all knew that the rescue of the Zazahar tribe was accomplished, but not perfect.

And what follows is called true revenge!

Just as Qin Yun said, the people of Daxia cannot be killed in vain, blood debt must be paid with blood!

soon.

Qin Yun set out, and a team of nearly 40,000 people, consisting of imperial guards, officers and soldiers, and Zazahar's warriors, set out.

The target is the "Eastern Turkestan Tribe" in the eastern part of the grassland!

Mu Le arrived and exchanged glances with Qin Yun on his horse, but the military situation was urgent and neither of them had time to say hello.

As soon as Qin Yun left, the sound of fighting in front of Jieting rose to the sky again!

Fighting broke out, but it didn't last long.

Mu Le's cavalry began to flee, and behind them were hundreds of thousands of grassland troops chasing them, and the rumbling of their iron hooves seemed to shatter the grassland.

This encounter and this chase completely concealed Qin Yun's whereabouts.

The army led by Qin Yun himself left the middle reaches of the Pingsha ancient plank road and went straight into the heart of the grassland. At the speed of galloping horses, they headed towards the Dongtu tribe.

The defenses of the grassland tribes were all weakened, so naturally, his movements were unimpeded.

For six hours in a row.

Following the map sent by the mysterious man, the army successfully arrived at the habitat of the East Turkestan tribe.

The grassland here has fertile soil, good sunshine and a pleasant climate.

No wonder Dong Turkestan is the strongest of the nine tribes, as they occupy all the good territories.

"Your Majesty, I estimate that there are still 50,000 troops left in the East Turkestan tribe. We must defeat them in a short period of time, otherwise once the war starts, our whereabouts will be exposed."

"Once we are exposed, we won't be able to take away the food."

"We will still be trapped in the heart of the grassland. It will be difficult for reinforcements to come to support us."

After saying this, Yan Zhong swallowed hard. His Majesty was fighting on the front line, and he felt extremely stressed, but also excited at the same time.

Qin Yun looked down at the endless tents, a sneer and a flame of revenge on his face.

"The Dongtu tribe is the instigator of the unrest. So many of my people have died. It's time to collect some interest!"

"It's not difficult to win in a short time."

"Pass the order down, in a moment..."

It took him about a minute to set up the arrangement.

Then he let Yan Zhong take the lead and attack the soldiers of the Dongtu tribe.

The warriors led by Tieta went in and robbed food.

Half an incense stick later, the sun was shining brightly.

Qin Yun was protected by the imperial guards and roared, "Men of Daxia, avenge the heroic souls who died on the frontier!"

"kill!!"

Rolling yellow sand covers the sky and the sun.

Under the leadership of Yan Zhong, 20,000 cavalrymen entered the territory of the Dongtu tribe in an instant as if they were in an empty space.

At this time, the enemy finally realized it.

Many barbarians rushed out of the big tent without even having time to put on their armor.

"Pfft!"

Yan Zhong took the lead and picked off a head, and the blood dyed the white tent red.

And he shouted: "The leader of the East Turkestan tribe has been killed!"

"In the battle of Yimushan Gorge, 120,000 enemies were annihilated."

"Your Majesty has ordered the destruction of the Dong Turkestan tribe!"

This sound was not deafening.

But the roars of tens of thousands of soldiers together shook the earth!

The barbarians of the Dongtu tribe showed expressions of surprise and doubt.

"Chief, are we defeated?"

"Impossible! How could they be defeated with more than 200,000 people?"

"Quick, follow this general into battle and kill the enemy and drive them away."

"Oh no! There are troops coming from the east. How did people from the imperial court get to the grassland?"

"Did something really happen to the leader?" a barbarian said with a pale face!