The wisdom is against the sky: people in Daqin, the maid Shao Siming

Instead, he was still staring at the young general on the battlefield, who was wearing a "red armor" stained with blood and a blood-red cloak, the third son of the Qin Empire, Ying Chen!

But Hei Bai Xuan Jian was different from Yan Ri. He didn't care about Lu Buwei at all.

In fact, at this moment, besides Mobai, there was more excitement in Hei Bai Xuan Jian's eyes.

If he had no choice, he wouldn't want to become a killer of Luowang.

Now seeing that Ying Chen possessed such terrifying strength, Hei Bai Xuan Jian felt that he could even foresee that one day in the future, Master Ying Chen would return to Xianyang and completely overthrow Lu Buwei.

Although Hei Bai Xuan Jian knew that after Ying Chen overthrew Lu Buwei, he would never let go of the killer organization Luowang.

But he believed that based on his understanding of Ying Chen, he would never be as cold-blooded as Lu Buwei.

"Maybe in the future I can live in this world not just as a weapon, but as a human being?!"

Thinking of this, Hei Bai Xuan Jian looked at Ying Chen even more passionately, and his loyalty to Ying Chen was beyond words.

Even if Ying Chen asked him to assassinate Lu Buwei at this time, he probably would not have any hesitation at all.

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And on the grassland outside Fufeng City.

hiss! ! !

423 As Ying Chen killed three thousand with one sword, the remaining two thousand Xiongnu soldiers, looking at the river of blood under their feet and the terrible destruction caused by the sword, all gasped.

"Is this...is this really something that a human...can do?"

"Could Ying Chen, the third son of the Qin Empire, be the reincarnation of a god? How dare we contradict a god?"

"Even if he is not the reincarnation of a god, he is definitely blessed by the gods. We...we can't win!"

They looked at Ying Chen, their eyes full of awe and fear.

Even being swept by Ying Chen's gaze made them feel as if they were being stared at by a god. They broke out in cold sweats and even their legs trembled slightly.

"Is this what Li Yang said? With average strength, an army of 10,000 is more than enough to surround and kill him, and there won't even be too many casualties?!"

"The people of Liyang are so cunning and sinister. I shouldn't have believed their one-sided words. They killed me!"

At this moment, Bitun looked at Ying Chen with fear, wanting to cry but without tears.

He now felt extremely regretful. He regretted why he had listened to Li Yang and risked leading his army to Fufeng to help them get rid of the third prince of the Qin Empire.

If there was a pill to take to regret, he would definitely take it now, and then capture the Liyang envoy who had persuaded him and let him see the horrifying scene in front of him.

Then ask him again, "Is this the vulnerable Ying Chen that you Li Yang mentioned?!"

Then he will be torn into pieces... No, he must be chopped into pieces and fed to dogs, only then can he get rid of the hatred in his heart!

By this time, Biton was in despair.

There is more than one tribe on the grassland.

Although he was honored as the Great Chanyu, many tribes had no choice but to accept him due to the strength of his army, but they were still not convinced in their hearts.

This time, in order to obtain the food and weapons promised by Li Yang, he led almost all the elite troops of his tribe to Fufeng City.

He even didn't notify them for fear that other tribes would want a piece of the pie.

And this battle has caused heavy casualties to his tribe.

Even if he could escape back to the grassland now, those wolf-like and tiger-like tribes would never let go of the opportunity to annex him.

He didn't dare to imagine what the outcome would be.

For a moment, Bitton felt sad and regretful.

He never imagined that his momentary greed would lead to such consequences.

"But maybe I still have a chance!"

"As long as I can gain the support of this young master of the Qin Empire, perhaps I can borrow the Qin Empire's military strength and regain a foothold on the grassland!"

Thinking of this, Biton was shocked.

Although doing so would make him a puppet controlled by the Qin Dynasty, he no longer cared about that.

Without any hesitation, Bitton knelt down in front of Ying Chen who was standing not far away, knocking his head deeply on the ground, not even caring about the blood coming out of his forehead.

At the same time, he shouted: "Your Majesty, the Third Prince of the Great Qin State, you are a god. We, the Huns, are willing to surrender to a warrior like you!"

"The reason why we invaded Daqin was because of the temptation of those despicable people in Liyang. We were greedy for a moment and offended the majesty of the great country of Daqin."

"Please, sir, please spare my life!"

At this moment, even though Bitton was kneeling on the ground and expressing his willingness to surrender to Ying Chen, he was trembling with fear.

He was afraid that Ying Chen would not be willing to accept his surrender.

When they saw their Chanyu surrender, the more than 2,000 Xiongnu soldiers, who were already frightened and had no will to fight anymore, also laid down their weapons.

For a moment, the scimitar hit the ground and the sound of warnings continued to ring out.

"We are willing to surrender to His Royal Highness the Third Prince of the Great Qin Empire. A warrior like you deserves the respect of us Xiongnu people."

As a general shouted.

The next second, almost all the Huns knelt down in front of Ying Chen as if they were worshipping a god. There were more than 2,000 people in total, and the scene was particularly spectacular.

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Compared to these Huns who were trembling with fear, they were afraid that Ying Chen would not accept their surrender.

The five hundred blood dragon riders breathed a sigh of relief after seeing this scene.

At this time they were exhausted and their physical strength had almost reached its limit.

Originally, they had all made up their minds to sacrifice their lives for their country and protect their homeland with their blood in this war.

But at this moment, he could no longer hold back his excited shouts, and even ran wildly on the battlefield holding up Ying Chen's flag. That was the joy of the winner.

After all, who wants to die if they can survive? They also have old mothers, wives, children, and they are the backbone of their families.

"Oh oh oh! His Highness Ying Chen is mighty, we won, we won!"

"Hahaha, it's finally over. Great Qin is mighty, and His Highness Ying Chen is mighty!"

When Ying Chen saw the Huns surrender, there was not much expression on his face, but he was secretly relieved in his heart.

At this time, the internal strength in his body was almost exhausted, and he could no longer strike out with the sword a second time.

If it weren't for Ying Chen's final sword, these Huns would have been frightened to death and chosen to surrender.

These 2,500 people can kill all the 500 Blood Dragon Riders even if they delay.

Each of these five hundred Blood Dragon Riders was carefully selected by Ying Chen, and then trained painstakingly by Mei Sanniang for half a year before they were barely formed into an army.

If all these five hundred Blood Dragon Riders were to die here, Ying Chen felt painful just thinking about it.

Being able to make these Huns surrender is already the best option.

However, the only thing that made Ying Chen feel regretful was that the young eunuch did not die under his sword.

Because of Ying Chen's sword, he intimidated the Huns and forced them to surrender.

He killed most of the soldiers on the battlefield with one sword.

Although this sword completely frightened the Huns and made them lose their desire to fight, Ying Chen achieved his goal of forcing them to surrender.

But the army formation collapsed without being attacked.

This resulted in the young eunuch, at the last moment, displaying his magical power of unlimited distance and disappearing from Ying Chen's sight at the critical moment.

However, despite this, Ying Chen could clearly see that the sword energy had pierced through his chest when he was fleeing.

If he took this sword head-on, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured and wouldn't dare to leave Tai'an City for at least eight or ten years.

Therefore, he posed almost no threat to Ying Chen.

After all, eight or ten years later, even if Ying Chen went to Tai'an City, the young eunuch would not be a match for him.

However, this battle also made Ying Chen realize that his strength was still insufficient.

If he could have the strength of the seventh or eighth realm, he would be able to display the infinite magical power again, and then the young eunuch would not be able to escape.

"I remember that there is a Tingchao Pavilion in the Beiliang Palace, which contains countless skills."

"Maybe I can take a look at the books in the Tingchao Pavilion then. I think they will be very helpful to me."

Ying Chen originally thought that his strength was enough to deal with most situations.

But today's two near-death experiences made Ying Chen once again feel a strong desire for strength.

Having made up his mind, Ying Chen no longer hesitated, but walked towards the kneeling Huns.

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Just as Biton was trembling with fear, Ying Chen had already arrived in front of him.

"Are you the Great Khan of the Xiongnu, Bitun?

"Your servant, Bidun, greets His Highness Prince Yingchen of the Great Qin State!"

Looking at Biton who was groveling and trying to please him, Ying Chen chuckled and stepped on his hand.

But he didn't use much force, after all, he was still useful.

"Daqin...the upper kingdom?"

Although Ying Chen's actions made Bitton feel very humiliated, he had already been frightened by Ying Chen and did not dare to show any dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Still kneeling respectfully in front of Ying Chen.

"Yes, Your Highness Young Master Ying Chen."

"In the eyes of us Xiongnu people, Daqin is the superior country."

Ying Chen sneered, stepped on Bitton's hand with his foot, and began to exert force.

Suddenly, Bitton broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain, but he still did not dare to resist or express dissatisfaction.

"Since you think that Qin is a superior country, why do you come here to plunder every year?"

Hearing Ying Chen's question, Biton endured the pain and said respectfully: "Sir."

"Although we Xiongnu come to the border of Daqin to plunder every year, we have no choice but to do so."

“Otherwise, the men, women and children of our tribe will be frozen to death or starved to death by the heavy snow.”

"Therefore, even though we will harass the borders of the Great Qin Empire, it still does not prevent us from regarding Great Qin as the most powerful country in the Nine Provinces."

After hearing what Biton said, Ying Chen did not answer.

Although I know that there is some truth in what Biton said.

But most of them were so flattering out of fear and the fact that they had to bow their heads under someone else's roof, but Ying Chen was too lazy to expose it.

When Biton saw Ying Chen lift his foot, he heaved a sigh of relief, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

But just when he thought that Ying Chen had agreed to his surrender.

The next second, he was instantly horrified and saw a cold sword placed on his neck.

"Tick tock~"

Because he pressed too hard, the skin on his neck was cut, and trickles of blood dripped down the sword to the ground.

"You Xiongnu people have killed many people from my Great Qin over the years. Do you have any objection to paying blood debt with blood now?"

"Gudong~"

After hearing Ying Chen's nonchalant words, he felt that if Ying Chen really wanted to kill him, he would have done it long ago.

But at this moment, the cold sword edge still made Bitton frightened. He swallowed nervously and raised his head in panic.