Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

The fiercest war between Daqi and Huns lasted most of the year.

Sitting on horseback, looking at the building in front of you.

And the man with the gorgeous crown in front of him.

“Hu Zhishin?” He closed his eyes and slowly opened his mouth.

Just as he is not unfamiliar with this middle-aged man, Hu Zhiyi is also familiar with Ling Qi, who has made himself suffer several times.

“General Lingxiao.” It is rare that his official words are very standard.

Hu Zhishin was behind no one.

The king's court seemed empty. He stared proudly at the hundreds of thousands of Daqi soldiers across the street and slowly opened his hands.

“As you can see, I am here to surrender. ”

Behind the rolls, countless soldiers looked angrily at the man.

If Daqi people hate the list the most, the first, it must be this wisdom list.

He not only likes to plunder people, he also likes to slaughter cities.

His army, as long as it hits a pool, leaves little alive.

Even after some women and young children were captured back to the royal court, they not only slept in the stable for slavery, but were often pulled out by Hu Zhishi alone, stripped naked and climbed on the ground to school animals, targeted young children, Hungarian nobles compared to archery, the dead few.

Instead of being scared in the face of those hateful eyes, Hu Ji enjoyed laughing in general.

He whispered, "I know, a lot of you want to kill me, you can't help but wear my arrows. Come on!”

He opened his hand and laughed. “Your emperor is waiting for me to return to your capital! Let me think, I may have to be sealed up as a nobleman, later on, you guys..."

He stretched his fingers in the direction of the soldiers: "You will see me later, or you will kneel down to me. ”

He scorned: "Poor bastards. ”

Whoops!

An arrow passed through his chest and was crushed against the wooden pillars of the rear court.

Hu Zhizheng glanced down and looked unbelievably at the rolling of the long bow he had just put away: “You...”

"Unfortunately, His Majesty said, there is no need to surrender, nor to keep alive. ”

Soldiers appeared behind him and cut Hu Zhiyi's head off.

……

Lingxiao led the army to Wang Ting, and the news of the Hungarian slaves alone swept from the capital to the whole of Daqi at a windy speed.

Everyone who hears this phrase is very happy, and even many people celebrate it as a holiday.

But the sky never stopped.

He pursued the army north on several occasions, striking the Hun Slave Manslaughter Department and pursuing people to the northernmost ice fields.

By then, there were not many people left in the Hungarian Ministry.

The ice sheets have a harsh climate, complex terrain and many hazards. The thought of wiping them out was finally stopped.

But even so, the Hun Empire has existed for hundreds of years, posing countless threats to the convergence.

It doesn't exist anymore.

On his return journey, Ling Qiao asked several deputy generals to return to the Dynasty with the army on the grounds that he would stay to preside over the aftermath, and he chose to remain in the northwest.

The three lieutenants could not be moved: everyone knew that going back in this way would definitely receive the greatest treatment and reward. General, this is carrying them!

I didn't know the vice general's mind was rolling: “...”

He just doesn't want to go back to the capital to see the man.

As you can imagine, Zhao waited for several months in anxiety, and finally waited for the army to return to the Dynasty. How upset was his heart when he did wait for news that the general was staying in the northwest.

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