The First Tyrant of Daxia

Everywhere I looked, I saw smoke everywhere, and every inch of the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The decaying earth and the unyielding heroic souls are sleeping forever!

Outside the city, countless civilians and soldiers supported each other, forming a long line from inside to outside the city, filled with wailing, pain, despair, and numbness!

The wind blew Qin Yun's cheeks, which had become stiff. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, as if the air was so suffocating.

Chen Qingzhi, deputy general of the Shenji Camp, said tremblingly.

"Is Pancheng, the rear base, already in such a tragic state? The camp is full of wounded and sick people, and the people are fleeing. Isn't Guya River and Xiliang's Tianlang City a purgatory on earth?"

"God damn it! These Turkic bastards didn't even spare the children, scratching their faces with knives. What beasts!"

In the distance, there were children crying, their tender faces covered with blood...

For a time, both humans and gods were angry!

Kou Tianxiong, who was stationed in Pancheng, heard the news and quickly rushed to the outside of the city to greet them.

This also attracted a large number of refugees and injured soldiers to come.

"His Majesty!"

"It's His Majesty who has arrived!"

"We are saved!"

Suddenly, a crowd of people surged, and the remnants of soldiers and refugees rushed over.

Some people even had missing limbs, but still rushed forward, crying and sobbing!

Bang bang bang! !

The crowd knelt down, and it was a dark mass.

The leader held his head and cried, "Your Majesty, please make the decision for us!"

"The Turks killed my father and took away my sister and mother... Woohoo, these damn people, they slaughtered us Daxia people like pigs and dogs!"

Another wounded soldier wailed, "Your Majesty, and the soldiers of our Shenji Camp... tens of thousands of corpses are still piled up at Dagukou."

"Tizhen's army threatened to cast iron and steel to preserve it forever..."

"They died so miserably, so miserably!" A wounded soldier, with half of his armor broken, wailed to the sky, his black hair disheveled, and almost collapsed.

And the shouting of a few people was just the tip of the iceberg. There were at least tens of thousands of people in front of them wailing and begging!

In an instant, the 80,000 troops from the imperial capital became angry and outraged.

"Your Majesty, send troops!"

"Find Tizhen and get revenge!!"

"I am willing to be the vanguard and kill the bandits!"

"If I don't take revenge for this, I swear I won't be a human being!!"

The roar continued, like thunder splitting the red sky and igniting the dead of winter.

Qin Yun's hands had turned white as he gripped the reins, his eyes were bloodshot, he wanted to eat the Turks alive, but he couldn't be reckless, he had to understand the situation clearly.

"Everyone, be patient!" he yelled.

Suddenly, the entire Pancheng became quiet, with only some crying sounds wandering around.

Qin Yun looked at Kou Tianxiong, his voice was as cold as death: "What's the situation now?"

Kou Tianxiong looked very tired and said hoarsely: "Your Majesty, Marshal Xiao is still besieging Tianlang City and confronting Zhang Ren."

"Gongsun Zhongmou and his men were ordered to fight a decisive battle with Tizhen's elite troops at Guzha River a few days ago. The battle lasted for two days and both sides suffered heavy losses..."

"Among the first batch of Tianzi students in the martial arts hall, six bodies have been found. They are all... generals in command of troops!"

Speaking of this, a man like Kou Tianxiong also had tears in his eyes and his voice choked with sobs.

Qin Yun's eyes turned red.

They are the pillars of the empire, our own students!

His fists were clattering as he croaked, "Keep talking!"

Kou Tianxiong wiped away his tears and said, "After the battle of Tizhen, he reorganized his troops and prepared to make a comeback. This time he should be threatening Marshal Xiao's battlefield directly."

"Gongsun Zhongmou and others may be unable to stop it..."

"Unless we mobilize other corps stationed in the south and local troops, it will be too late."

Qin Yun looked towards the beacon fire in the distance, and seemed to see the lives being destroyed there. His anger began to surge and burn!

"It can't be adjusted!"

"Once the defense is empty, the Northern Court King Ashina Yuangu will take the opportunity to march north and attack the Central Plains!"

"It will be an even bigger catastrophe then!"

Hearing this, everyone trembled, especially the senior generals around, they all lowered their heads and bit their lips!

Your Majesty, what you said makes sense!

The army of Daxia is more than 200,000 or 300,000. There are at least one million troops in such a vast territory, but most of them are government troops and local troops, and their combat effectiveness is not good.

Even many soldiers in the government offices usually need to reclaim wasteland and cultivate the land!

The most important thing is to garrison. It is impossible to devote all the national strength to fighting Xiliang or Turkic people.

The King of Zhenbei is in the north, so it won’t take too long to send more troops, but he doesn’t dare to move at all, so the Huns will just wait for the whole world to fall into chaos!

Moreover, in order to mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops, Guo Ziyun, the Minister of Revenue, would have to borrow money from someone.

"Kou Tianxiong, quickly send someone to tell Xiao Jian at the front to stop the attack and switch to siege. Tell him that I am here and tell Wang Min to clean her neck and wait for me!"

"Yes!"

Then, Qin Yun's sharp eyes swept across the crowd.

"All of you should quickly enter the battlefield and find the scattered troops, especially Gongsun Zhongmou and his men."

"Let them retreat to Pancheng and recuperate!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the masked scout shouted, carrying the flag on his back and quickly riding away.

At that time, the civilians and soldiers kneeling on the ground cried bitterly and looked at Qin Yun expectantly, as if they were looking at a savior.

Qin Yun took a deep breath, his golden armor rustling in the cold wind, his black hair fluttering, looking particularly majestic.

He said loudly: "Everyone, I am here to announce to all of you!"

Everyone raised their heads at once, stopped crying, and looked at Qin Yun.

His face was red and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

"I have taken over the Guzha River battlefield! I will avenge you! I will save your families!"

"The Turks killed my people, so I slaughtered ten times their troops!"

"I will not return home until Master Ti is dead!!"

The impassioned words, filled with the emperor's anger, quickly ignited the blood here.

Tens of thousands of soldiers roared in unison, their eyes bulging with anger.

"I will never return home until Tizhen is dead!"

"Kill Tizhen!!"

The flags fluttered, the sounds rolled, and the snowflakes in the sky shattered for a long time.

Almost the entire earth was shaking from the stomping of their weapons!

"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"

"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"

The people knelt down and cried bitterly.

Qin Yun didn't want to stay for a moment. If he didn't crush Ti Zhen to death, he would not be able to extinguish the fire in his heart. If he didn't hurt the Turks, they didn't know my anger and they couldn't bear it!

"Pass on my order. The former Shenji Battalion will be the vanguard, and the mixed corps will be the rear guard. Go to Guzha River and kill any Turks you see. No one will be left alive, and no prisoners will be accepted!"

"Yes!!"

The whole army was in a state of thunder and quickly changed direction.

Kou Tianxiong and others panicked: "Your Majesty, this... is dangerous!"

"You won't even go into Pancheng? At least let the troops rest!"

Qin Yun shouted: "My people are being slaughtered, why should I rest? Let's destroy the Turks first and then talk about other things!"

Kou Tianxiong's face turned fierce: "Your Majesty, then let me follow you!"

"No, you have to coordinate the rear and stabilize the refugees and wounded soldiers!"

"Also, you must quickly send someone to search for Mu Le and other remnant soldiers for me. I must find them alive or dead!" Qin Yun's eyes widened, his heart aching.

Kou Tianxiong trembled, and now Mu Le's trace had completely disappeared from the battlefield, becoming an indelible haze in the hearts of every soldier.

"Yes!"

"I accept my order from my humble position!"