The First Tyrant of Daxia

The sound is like a loud bell, lasting for a long time.

Yue Nu witnessed everything with her own eyes and shed tears, moved by Qin Yun's friendship.

Looking at him who looked like a demon, Yue Nu couldn't help but wonder what kind of person he was. Did he love his soldiers like his own sons? Was he lustful? Was he overbearing and tyrannical? Or...?

Kurban looked at everything in despair, trembling all over. When he saw Qin Yun's face turn fierce, he screamed in fear.

"No!!" the voice was extremely desolate.

Snapped!

Qin Yun slapped the warhorse's butt hard with his knife, and others followed suit at four other locations.

Suddenly the horses neighed and charged forward.

"what!"

"don't want!!"

puff...

Pfft!

After a few screams, there were five screams in succession, and blood mist filled the sky.

Kurban was dismembered alive by the rebel army, the scene was extremely horrifying!

Even Yue Nu couldn't help but look away and almost vomited.

Qin Yun stood there like the god of death, witnessing everything. His heart had already been tempered!

Chen Qingzhi and others were so excited that they wept and shouted to the sky: "Kurban has been executed. The soul of Guzhahe can rest in peace!"

"Hahaha!" the whole army laughed.

"Come here, pack up this bastard's body. I will send it to Ashina Yuangu in a few days. I will let him know what an iron fist is!"

"Yes!" Everyone was excited and their blood boiled.

"Report!"

"Vice-President Long Xiao will signal us with the flags, saying that there are only 200 incendiary bombs left. Your Majesty, do you want to know if we should continue to launch them?"

Qin Yun looked at the sea of ​​fire in the distance. The scorching heat had already made his face slightly painful. There was also a crackling sound, and he didn't know if it had burned the bones of the Turks.

"Tell him not to throw it. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. The fire will spread over soon."

"Pass on my order, the entire army retreat!"

"Retreat to high ground!"

Chen Qingzhi's eyes widened: "Your Majesty, there are still some Turks who have not died out!"

Qin Yun's eyes were fierce: "Then leave 5,000 people behind and continue the massacre! Don't let them come up, let them be buried in this sea of ​​fire and burn to death!"

"Yes!"

The next second, Qin Yun mounted his horse and quickly withdrew from the battlefield.

The iron shield formation in the front collapsed with a loud bang, and the entire Shenji Camp retreated.

It was visible to the naked eye that many of the soldiers at the front, although wearing the fire-proof vine armor given by Wanyan Honglie, were burned by the flames.

After all, the effect is limited, but at least you won't die.

“Run, run!”

"The wind is coming, the fire is going to spread!" The Turks dropped their weapons and fled madly following the Shenji Camp.

They were so terrified that they rolled and crawled, pissing and shitting.

Many people's faces were burned and it was a horrible sight.

Nearly ten thousand people fled like this, but when they reached the hillside, they were greeted by arrows and stabbings from spears.

"what!!"

The screams sounded like hell on earth.

The cold wind made the flames more vigorous, slanting closer and gradually enveloping them.

Siyangyi is like a volcano, lighting up the sky like daylight.

They wailed, they climbed, their fingers scratched the ground, but to no avail...

Shortly after.

There was a lot of black ash floating in the air, as well as a hint of meaty smell.

The screams were gone at this time.

It was as quiet as a Shura field, with only fire causing trouble.

under the moonlight.

Qin Yun personally led five thousand cavalrymen from the Shenji Camp and the Jinyiwei to bypass Siyang Posthouse and rushed to the battlefield outside to provide support.

"Gongsun Zhongmou, any news?"

"Has he and Xiao Jian completed the encirclement?" he yelled.

Chen Qingzhi and his men rode on fierce horses and shouted back, "Your Majesty, the entire Xiliang battlefield has become a mess!"

"I guess the war has already started over there, but no news has come in."

"Your Majesty, are you going to help General Gongsun?"

Hearing this, Qin Yun couldn't help but glance in the direction of Sirius City on his horse. There were flames shooting up into the sky, so there must have been a real battle going on.

Wang Min, must be here!

"do not care!"

"It is important to capture Ti first. Gongsun Zhongmou should be able to hold off Wang Min for a while!"

"Everyone, charge at full speed!"

"Yes!"

Five thousand people roared, shattering the black clouds.

At this time, several hours had passed since the two sides fought.

After running wildly for a while and avoiding the sea of ​​fire, they arrived at another hell on earth.

There was fighting all over the mountains and wailing everywhere.

Corpses piled up like a mountain, Turkic chariots overturned, broken long swords stuck in the ground, and large flags burned in the fire...

Everywhere you look, it's all red.

Not far away, the two sides were still fighting.

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, there are at least 30,000 Turks!"

"And the generals only have less than 10,000 men left. Including us, there are no more than 20,000 men. What should we do?" The scout rushed over, covered in blood.

Amid the flames of war, everyone clenched their swords, held their breath, and waited for Qin Yun's order.

I saw him draw out his long sword indifferently, with a tall and majestic figure, looking undefeated!

"In this case, we have no choice but to fight to the death!"

"Everyone, follow me to cut off the flag and capture Ti Zhen alive before Wang Min arrives!"

"Yes!"

"Capture Ti Zhen alive!" Five thousand soldiers of the Shenji Camp roared, their faces fierce, revealing the temperament and murderous aura of an iron-blooded army!

"kill!"

Qin Yun squeezed his legs against the horse's back, the horse neighed, and rushed out in a flash.

It is hard to imagine that an emperor could do so much personally!

All the soldiers of the Shenji Camp were already very tired, but at this moment they were full of greater potential, as if they were given an injection of chicken blood, like a long dragon, raising frost and snow, and rolling away.

The Jinyiwei protected Qin Yun tightly.

Before he knew it, Yue Nu had already jumped up and mounted Qin Yun's horse, hugging his waist and protecting him closely.

There was a faint sound coming from that huge mouth!

Qin Yun glanced at her hand.

Her voice came from my ear, very seriously: "Your Majesty, just kill people for a while, and leave your back to me!"

"No one can hurt you, openly or secretly!"

Qin Yun listened to half of the words, and Feng listened to the other half.

Then the corners of his mouth suddenly stretched into an arc, first with relief, then with bloodthirstiness and cruelty!

Watching the melee in the distance, he couldn't wait to trample the Turkic Southern Court King, the Khan's uncle, under his feet, crush him wantonly, and avenge the people!

"kill!!"

The long and resounding roar shocked the heavens.

Ti Zhen, who was in Jiaozuo on the battlefield, finally felt the approach of the five thousand Shenji Battalion.

At that moment, his face turned from liver color to pale.

"Huang, it's the imperial flag...!"

"My fifty thousand elite soldiers!!"

He roared, his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was broken!

He knew that Kurban was gone, otherwise the Emperor of Daxia would not have been able to provide support at this time, and the power of elite troops was the capital for his survival.

If he is completely destroyed in one battle, he will completely fall from the altar and be controlled by others.

Ti Zhen was also a ruthless man, his eyes burning with the flame of revenge, his beard trembling, and he was extremely fierce.

Roaring wildly, "Pass on this king's order!"

"Don't go!"

"The whole army must turn back and cut down the emperor's flag first! This king has not lost yet. As long as we capture the emperor alive, it will be a great victory. There is still a chance for everything to turn around!"