The war drums of Youzhou City are thundering, countless flags are flapping in the night wind, and densely packed armored people are moving.
"How dare you come!"
"I'm going to kill ten of you tonight!" some soldiers roared and started to fight.
"Brothers, shoot your arrows on target!"
"The Turks and Wushu are all dead, so what can the Turks do to fight us?"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Tens of thousands of people roared, their morale soared, and it was awe-inspiring.
The clattering iron armor gradually separated, and Qin Yun, dressed in bright light armor, came to the city again. Although it was only a day apart, Qin Yun felt that it was as long as an armor.
"Greetings to Your Majesty!" Thousands of people shouted, their bones clanging.
Qin Yun stretched out half of his stalwart body and looked down at the endless black torrent below. There were half as many people as there were last night.
They are as bloodthirsty as beasts, and they are constantly moving between phalanxes, not knowing what they are doing.
Above and below the city, the solemnity seems to have reached the extreme. The silence and roar permeated every corner. Hundreds of thousands of people were facing each other, and even breathing was difficult.
On top of the chariot pulled by eight war horses is the royal tent of the King of Beiyuan.
Ashina Yuangu stood there, his eyes obviously bloodshot, and he was indescribably fascinating.
"What do you want to do again? Are you going to die?" Qin Yun said jokingly, and there was an instant silence on the city wall.
The Turks were furious, their armor roared, and they yelled curses all the time!
"Hand over He Ya, or we will destroy Youzhou City within three days!!"
"Han people, you have to pay the price!"
"A heavy price!"
The sound once dispersed the dark clouds and surrounded the entire battlefield. At this time, Xia Jun grinned happily.
"Hahaha, these barbarians only talk arrogantly, they are a bunch of idiots!"
"The second general has died in the battle, and your Majesty still wants to hand over someone. I really don't know how high the sky is and how high it is!"
“Now, Yuangu’s disgrace has been thrown to grandma’s house.”
"..."
As they went up and down, the mentality and morale of both sides changed.
In the past, the Xia army was languishing. After all, it had always suffered small losses. There was no way to deal with the Turks but to defend the city. However, the lightning battle in Pingyi County and the death of Wu Shu caused too much turmoil!
While they were yelling at each other, and just about to go off, Yuangu took a deep breath, and suddenly the 200,000 people in the city fell silent.
His eyes were like an abyss, he looked at the top of the city, and said hoarsely and fiercely: "Hand over He Ya, and I will give up the Thirteen Towns and hand them back to you."
"Otherwise, the next war will be a situation that neither you nor I want to see, and a loss that neither the Turks nor the Xia army can afford!"
Qin Yun narrowed his eyes. With Yuan Gu's IQ, he shouldn't make such a substandard request.
He sneered and said: "I don't have anyone, but I have a head. Do you want it?"
"Hahaha!" The soldiers on the city wall laughed loudly, and the head was naturally Wu Shu's head.
Faced with ridicule, the Turks became angry.
Several hairy-faced barbarian generals roared: "Grand Duke, give the order, I must avenge General Wushu!"
"We, the Wu people, and the grassland people north of the Xiyuan River will never give up until we take revenge!"
"Charge into Youzhou City and massacre the city!!"
boom!
Some of the 200,000 troops are already in commotion, their eyes filled with monstrous hatred!
Seeing this, Qin Yun seemed to understand.
The Turkic Khanate was composed of many tribes, and even Yuangu could not ignore them. He knew that he would not make friends, but he still came.
One is to calm the heart below, and the other is to ignite war emotions.
There was not much sadness or joy on Yuangu's face, and he showed the calmness and authority of an eternal hero. Wushu's death was also beyond his expectation. He did not expect that the Xia army generals could be so fierce.
It was Wu Shu's death that completely eliminated the only chance he had in his heart.
"You don't want to make friends?"
Qin Yun looked at him with disdain: "What do you think? Will my general, the hero of Great Xia, be handed over to you?"
"If you have the ability, come in and get it!"
The domineering words ignited the morale of Xia Jun, and tens of thousands of people shouted in unison: "If you have the ability, come in and get it!"
The sound surrounds and lasts forever.
The Turkic army of 200,000 people was furious, their horses kept neighing, and they screamed and cursed with gnashing of teeth. They wanted to show off immediately!
Yuan Gu squinted his eyes, with a cold light shining in his eyes: "Okay, if you don't want to make friends, that's fine."
"Return the Wushu's head to me, otherwise... you will be prepared to accept the cruelest revenge from the Turks. I cannot guarantee what will happen next, but in short, you will feel very uncomfortable."
His threatening tone was undisguised.
Hearing this, Qin Yun's complexion gradually turned cold, and his black hair billowed: "You dare to threaten me?"
Yuan Gu narrowed his eyes and said with full force, "Why don't you dare?"
"Since the war started, I have only been afraid of one thing, and that is the casualties of the Turkic army. But once I get angry, it will be a catastrophe for the entire southern Daxia."
Qin Yun sneered and spread his hands: "You've come to this point and you're still talking nonsense!"
"roll!"
"Wushu's head will forever be hung on the top of Youzhou City as a punishment!"
All the troops cheered up and shouted: "Your Majesty, you are mighty!"
"The head of Wushu hangs high above the city!"
"..."
The voice was decisive, it was obvious that it was impossible to turn around, and staying here would be a disgrace to oneself.
Ashina Yuangu bent down and returned to the king's tent, but at the last moment when he disappeared, he glanced back at Qin Yun gloomily.
They were far apart, but that look was still so sharp.
"I, Ashina Yuangu, never suffer losses. If you break one of my wings, I will break ten of your wings!"
"From today on, the war begins."
He walked into the king's tent calmly, without stopping too much. Eight war horses slowly pulled him away, and the two hundred thousand troops gave way.
Qin Yun looked at the king's tent, and for some reason his heart suddenly became anxious. Others could ignore it, but a tycoon like Yuan Gu had to be on guard.
What does it mean that the war has just begun?
The dead silent atmosphere and the frozen night seemed to be frozen.
Many Xia troops thought that the Turks were about to retreat, and that they came here just to scare them. But who would have thought that in the black square formation like a mudslide, a Turk suddenly blew his horns!
The dull sound spread all around!
Immediately afterwards, countless horns were blown, aiming at Youzhou City, and a monstrous evil spirit spewed out from the army of 200,000 people.
"kill!!"
The fierce and hateful voice shook the world.
In the phalanx, at least 30,000 people began to attack the city, and the ground they stepped on was trembling.
A closer look revealed that this group of people was different. They were infantry, but their armor was somewhat strange. The arc-shaped iron caps could perfectly avoid rolling oil and even some arrows and falling rocks.
The most frightening thing is that they seemed to have no commander. They carried the Heavenly Pillar on their shoulders and smashed at the gate of Youzhou.
"No, it's the Turkic slave army!"
"Yuangu is this madman!" Qin Yun exclaimed, his face changed drastically. He had seen such records in military books.