Chapter 353 Yan Xun's Death

"Soldiers, it is this king who has hurt you!"

Looking at the hundreds of grassland warriors who were still following him at this moment, Yan Xun felt bitter and full of guilt.

"This is my Yan Xun, ah!!!"

At this moment, Yan Xun suddenly raised his head and roared in rage. The roar that was enough to spread all over the place was full of sadness at this time.

Yan Xun hates it, why is the world so unfair?

Why do you hate God for taking the lives of your entire clan?

Ask yourself why you encounter such a mysterious army when you are about to take revenge?

Why does the Yanbei army, who hates the brave and good at fighting on weekdays, collapse at the touch of a button?

Hate Hate Hate, Yan Xun Tian is unfair, he hates the injustice, hate his fate is so miserable.

If possible, Yan Xun really wanted to live the life of an ordinary person. He didn't want to be the illusory prince of Dingbei Hou's mansion, who was glamorous on the surface, but was intrigued behind the scenes, and was unable to resist when his family was destroyed.

But now, everything is too late!

"Ha, it seems that this fake king Yan Xun really thinks he is the overlord of Chu, and he can make 30,000 Han troops retreat with a strong drink. I don't know what it is."

"If roaring was the solution, donkeys would have ruled the world long ago, but the whining of the weak!"

Hearing this roar, the vast and continuous Qin army formation was still as stable as Mount Tai.

Not only did the body not tremble in the slightest, but even the expressions behind the masks of every Qin soldier did not change in the slightest.

Among them, Pei Xingjian said with a sneer that this is one of the quotations from His Majesty, and it is also Pei Xingjian's favorite content.

"Swear to follow King Yan!"

Around Yan Xun, hundreds of Yanbei warriors spoke with determination, with a resolute expression, willing to follow Yan Xun and die.

To this day, these Yanbei soldiers who were able to follow Yan Xun's side all the time and fled in the previous defeat were basically Yan Xun's die-hard loyalists.

Therefore, even if they knew that the opponent's army was strong and their own side had no chance of winning, or even had no resistance, they were still willing to follow Yan Xun and die for King Yan.

"Good brothers, each of you is a good brother of this king."

"On Huangquan Road, this king invites the brothers to drink."

Hearing what the officers and men under his command said, Yan Xun couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yan Xun did not say that the hundreds of soldiers surrendered and then lived, because Yan Xun knew that when these brothers said these words, it already represented their determination and will.

There are only prairie warriors who died in battle, no cowardly Yanbei men, and no surrendering Yanwang brothers!

"Hahaha, drink!"

Hundreds of people's faces were filled with smiles from the heart. They were very heroic. Not only did they not look like dying people, but they looked like brothers who were about to go to the wine table to fight.

"Okay, soldiers should wrap their bodies in horse leather, and take the honor of dying in battle!"

"These people are real warriors, attack the whole army, and give them a warrior's home."

Looking at the somewhat tragic scene ahead, Wei Xiaokuan also sighed.

Looking at the scene ahead, Wei Xiaokuan's mind turned up and down, as if he had returned to the once tragic and solemn battle of Hangu Pass.

Immediately, Wei Xiaokuan gave an order, and the imperial army, with a scale of more than 30,000 and extending for several miles, began to launch a final offensive against the last remnant army of Zhiyanbei.

Absolute strength, crushing battle situation!

There is no doubt that this battered and wounded army of only a few hundred remnants of defeated soldiers could possibly be worth the imperial tiger and wolves who are on the verge of the sky in terms of size and strength!

In less than a while, the rolling black wave swept through, and the defeated soldiers were instantly submerged without any waves, like pushing grass.

In the area just now, there was no one standing soldier in Yanbei. All of them were chopped to death by the Qin army. The corpses were torn apart, blood flowed into rivers, and their heads were separated, which was extremely miserable.

In the middle, a headless corpse wearing a black battle armor still maintained a standing position, standing on the ground, the corpse was separated, and it was passed through by three spears in a row, desolate and tragic!

At this point - the pseudo-king Yan Xun died under the chaos of the empire, the last remnants of Yanbei were completely wiped out, and the grasslands belonged to Qin.

"Bury them thickly!"

Looking at the endless, headless corpse covered with grassland, Wei Xiao sighed with relief.

Warriors must be treated like warriors, exposing corpses in the wilderness and letting eagles and wolves eat them is the greatest insult to them.

"promise!"

Many generals and colonels in the Qin army said with their hands folded.

Since their defeat for Wei Wuzu, they have not met such a strong and respectable opponent for a long time, and these opponents should be respected.

In the second year of the First Emperor, in May of the second year of Genesis, the last large-scale war of the empire in the battle of planes subsided in the grasslands, and a new chapter opened.

...

At sunset, the city of Chang'an is under!

It is now half a month later, and the distant setting sun is slantingly reflected on the city wall of Chang'an, covering the whole earth with a light red carpet, adding a lot of strange beauty to the century-old ancient city of Chang'an.

Under the city of Chang'an, tens of thousands of imperial troops were all strong and determined, standing neatly and orderly on the vast plain in front of Chang'an.

At the forefront of the tens of thousands of troops, Pei Xingjian, the commander of the Fifth Corps, led a group of generals and officers and some officials and spokespersons of the former Wei regime supported by Pei Xingjian and others such as Yu Wenyue.

The black dragon flag fluttered in the wind, and a red carpet came out from the city of Chang'an, which was several miles long, as if it was welcoming someone.

The city of Chang'an was also heavily guarded, and there were constant imperial soldiers with spears and geese, powerful bows and crossbows, and dark black armor patrolling back and forth, and the atmosphere seemed extremely solemn and heavy.

In the entire Chang'an City, measures such as military control and curfew have been implemented since three days ago. Entry is not allowed. People are also panicked in Chang'an City. among.

In fact, Pei Xingjian couldn't take it seriously. The secret report came from the Guardian that His Majesty the First Emperor would come to Chang'an today to prepare the Fifth Legion for reception.

Knowing that His Majesty the Emperor is coming in person, how dare Pei Xingjian not pay attention?

Strict orders were issued, and all the unstable factors in Chang'an City were once again deeply cleaned by means of thunder, and preparations were to welcome His Majesty the Emperor today.

...

"coming!"

At this moment, Zhong Limei pointed forward and said to Pei Xingjian.

All the Qin army generals in the vicinity looked fixedly.

I saw that there were hundreds of Qin Jun iron cavalry with banners appearing at the end of the line of sight, and then they got closer and closer.

On the hundreds of flags, the ancient black seal script with gold threads inlaid on the corners is also more eye-catching and dazzling, with a hint of power.