The First Tyrant of Daxia

Late at night, the cabinet ministers left the Palace of Tranquil Longevity with sighs.

They didn't know the inside story of the flooding of Julu, they only knew that His Majesty wanted to fight to the death with Wang Min. But the Queen did not stop such a dangerous thing!

In the attic.

Xiao Yuxiang leaned against the railing and looked at the moon, with a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, and a hint of sadness in her beauty.

And it seemed like I had grown a lot overnight.

Looking at the bright moon, she choked up and said, "Your Majesty, I don't really care whether Xiliang is recovered or not. I just want you to come back safely."

"The world is so big, and the palace is so big too. When you're not here, I feel exhausted just dealing with the ministers."

"How hard must it be for you on weekdays?"

"Can you please come back soon?"

With a gentle sigh, carrying infinite longing, riding on the night wind, crossing Tongguan, over thousands of mountains and ridges, and reaching Pancheng in Xiliang.

At that moment, Qin Yun, who was presiding over military and political affairs all night thousands of miles away, suddenly raised his head and looked towards the direction of the imperial capital as if he had sensed something.

For some reason, I felt the urge to go home.

"Report!"

"Master Xuan Yunzi, have someone send the secret letter back!"

Qin Yun's eyes lit up, and he took the envelope with a swift step forward.

Tear it open and take a look.

"Your Majesty, there is a Pingyi Plateau in the southeast corner of Julu. Although the terrain is average, I have already made precise calculations with my uncle."

"You lead your army on the Pingyi Plateau and can see the vast ocean!"

A view of the ocean?!

He involuntarily took a breath of cold air, as if he had imagined the grand scene, and then laughed very coldly, "Wang Min, I want to see how you can escape this turbulent ocean this time!"

"Everyone, listen to your orders!"

"Chen is here!"

"I am here!" Everyone half-knelt and shouted.

Qin Yun turned around, his eyes revealing a sharpness, pointing out the situation.

"Kou Tianxiong, you lead 40,000 people to guard Pancheng and guard against Wang Min's sneak attack."

"Yan Zhong, Mu Le, each of you will lead your own army and follow me to this place, Pingyi Plateau."

"Iron Tower, your warriors will temporarily stay in the city and wait for my orders."

"besides……"

A series of commands were issued, and the more they listened, the more they felt something was wrong.

"Your Majesty, aren't we going to fight to the death?"

"The Xiliang army has been mobilizing troops recently. It is estimated that 200,000 troops will go to Julu. How can you do that with only a few tens of thousands of people?"

"Do you have any other plans?"

"The whole world is watching this decisive battle."

"We can't lose, we can only win, this is related to the fate of the country!!"

Facing everyone's extremely serious words, Qin Yun seemed unusually calm.

"Everyone, just obey my orders. We will set off tomorrow and try to be in your positions within five days."

"I promised you that I would bring you back victoriously, and I will definitely do it."

He clenched his fist, showing his unparalleled dominance.

"Julu only has 200,000 troops. I only need to wave my feather fan to turn them into ashes!"

After saying this softly, he turned and walked out of the central military tent, extremely calm.

The generals behind him were first stunned, and then horrified!

"Could it really be related to the Meteorological Department?"

"What exactly is your majesty planning?"

"Even if Marshal Xiao and the God of War of Xiliang were tied together, they wouldn't dare to say that they could destroy an army of 200,000 with just a flick of a feather fan, right?"

"Fuck! His Majesty must have his reasons for doing this, let's do as he says!"

"..."

Overnight, Pancheng moved.

Tens of thousands of troops prepared for battle and reorganized themselves overnight.

Such a huge target naturally could not be hidden from Xiliang's eyes.

It was reported to Wang Min layer by layer.

An old general in the army suggested: "Queen, why not use their own trick against us and directly send troops to destroy this army of 60,000 people!"

"The Emperor of Daxia is very likely among them!"

Wang Min thought for a moment, then took light steps and looked towards the lights outside the palace.

The sexy red lips suddenly opened.

"No!"

"I want to defeat him head-on. Since we agreed to have the final battle at Julu, then let's have it at Julu."

Her eyes flashed with a hint of paranoid heat, and she said, "In the future, history books will record that on the 18th day of the autumn, all flowers bloom and die!"

"In the battle of Julu, the Empress of Xiliang defeated the Emperor of Daxia. In one battle, Daxia's ten years of luck were wiped out. Daxia has since declined..."

"Hahaha!"

She couldn't help laughing up to the sky, her curvy figure swaying, extremely charming, like a narcissus flower emerging from water.

The old general wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Okay, I'll go get ready."

"and many more."

Wang Min turned around slowly, his eyes cold and stern: "Although Julu is going to fight a decisive battle, I don't believe that dog man will be so honest."

"Notify the seven cities of Zigui to make adequate preparations."

"Another message."

"The emperor has made his move, so I cannot fall behind. Let Zhang Ren lead the vanguard and enter Julu as planned."

"But without my order, you cannot go to war with Daxia!"

"This battle is destined to go down in history!!"

Hearing the almost paranoid tone, the veteran's face froze, and he quickly agreed and left.

In a sense, Wang Min's status in Xiliang is equivalent to Qin Yun's status in Daxia. He has the final say and is frightening.

But the two of them have very different personalities.

In the following three days, the armies of both sides had begun to station themselves, gathering on both sides of Julu under the watchful eyes of the whole world.

Moreover, Xiliang is still continuously sending in reinforcements!

At first glance, it looks like rolling black clouds with no end!

There are still ten days before the decisive battle of Julu, but neither side is in a hurry to start the war because they are not fully prepared.

The baggage, marching routes, and policies all need to be checked.

then!

On both sides of this huge battlefield, large numbers of scouts from both sides spied on each other day and night.

"Your Majesty, the scouts reported that Wang Min's central army has arrived, with 60,000 troops stationed on the west side of Julu."

"I am worried that they will start the war prematurely. If that happens, we will become sitting ducks, and our plan to flood Julu will fail."

"Even...all losses!" Old Feng reminded in a very serious tone, his brows almost squeezed together.

It was rare to see him like this, because the battle of Julu was of such importance.

It almost involves the future rise and fall of both sides, the change of dynasties, and even the lives of hundreds of thousands of people!

Qin Yun stood on the plateau, overlooking the movements of the densely packed army below, standing still as a mountain.

The breeze blew his black hair, making him look somewhat free and easy.

He did not answer immediately, but asked with his hands behind his back: "Mr. Feng, do you know why I keep mobilizing baggage trains and troops?"

Elder Feng shook his head and frowned, "We only have 60,000 men. Are you moving the troops back and forth to pretend that we have a large force?"

Qin Yun chuckled: "No!"

"I will put on a decisive battle posture, throw all my strength into the battlefield, risk everything, and desperately seek victory."

"And Wang Min, who receives the news, will definitely have great ambitions."

"You don't understand her, but I do. This woman wants to ride on my head in every way, wants to defeat me and regain her face."

"For her, defeating me and humiliating me in the battle of Julu is far more important than victory."

Qin Yun smiled playfully.

"Not to mention, given the scale of this battle, no one would not want to make it more formal. After all, it is important to leave a name in history."

"Wang Min is from an aristocratic family. Their common problem is that they like to protect their reputation. Before the decisive battle, the most they can do is send scouts to spy."