The First Tyrant of Daxia

Everyone was startled. Biga knew he was in the wrong, so he said humbly, "So what do you want? As long as you release Khatun and don't kill him, I will give you everything."

Qin Yun grinned like a devil.

Biga is the Khan. If he kills the grassland, there will be a riot. But he is determined to disgrace Biga today, and he must get the so-called grassland goddess Khatun. With her, the civilians of the entire grassland will be well ruled.

By the way, humiliate Biga to vent your anger!

"What a coincidence! I must have your queen. If you don't give it to me, I will kill you. You can choose for yourself!"

"You!" Biga was so angry that his whole body was numb with anger: "You don't keep your word!"

Qin Yun shouted, "Who is not trustworthy? This is one of my conditions, but you dare to lie to me? Do you think I am easy to talk to?"

boom!

He kicked over the table with one foot, showing his unparalleled dominance.

One of the Turkic courtiers could not bear this humiliation, so he stood up, pointed at Qin Yun and said angrily: "Emperor of Daxia, although we surrender, please don't go too far."

"If you seize Khatun, it will surely arouse the anger of the entire grassland. How many red cannons will you have to suppress it then?"

Qin Yun's eyes turned cold, and he still dared to be arrogant.

He drew his sword, took a big step forward, and chopped it out with his own hands, cutting the arm in half, and blood gushed out immediately.

"don't want……"

"what!!"

The man covered his arms, screamed and wailed, and rolled on the ground.

Blood spurted onto the faces of the Turkic courtiers. They retreated in fear, their dream of bloodless surrender shattered in an instant. Biga stared blankly at the bloodstained Buda Palace. He suddenly remembered the Grand Duke's words: the Emperor of Daxia would not give up.

In an instant, tears of regret welled up in his eyes. He wanted to ask the Grand Duke to make the decision, but found that the elder he had relied on all his life had died for the Khanate.

"Humph!"

"This knife will make you wake up. Now I am the master here, and I make the rules!!" Qin Yun spoke in a domineering and very impressive manner.

Suddenly, all the Turkic court officials trembled, looking at their colleagues with broken hands on the ground, not daring to say a word, as no one wanted to follow in their colleagues' footsteps.

Many people even began to distance themselves from Biga. The eyes of many tribal leaders flickered. The hatred of the Great Xia Emperor was made with the Khan. As long as they were honest, they could be preserved to the greatest extent.

Biga looked at the civil and military officials in the court in despair, feeling powerless, sad and angry. The Khanate was collapsing, but only one person dared to stand up and speak.

"I shouldn't have believed you. I shouldn't have believed you!" He roared to the sky in extreme pain, and a trace of sadness and cowardice appeared on his young face.

Qin Yun's eyes flashed with contempt: "You just regret it now?"

"You dare to kill a pillar like Ashina Yuangu. You are so stupid. If you give him two more days, I might withdraw my troops."

"The red cannons are running low on ammunition."

Boom!

Biga stumbled back as if struck by lightning, biting his lip and bleeding profusely: "You, what did you say?!"

Many Turkic court officials also gave him a disgusted look.

Qin Yun was very happy and said with a smile: "You are a waste. To be more precise, the whole court is full of wastes, and Yuan Gu is the only wise man!"

"But this man who built a powerful empire for you was actually killed by you in the end. How ridiculous and pathetic! I feel sorry for Yuan Gu now!"

Mu Le and others looked at him with contempt. Although they were enemies, the fact that Yuan Gu was sentenced to death by Biga was really shameful!

It would be better for us to stay together, die with our country destroyed, and leave behind a good reputation.

"no no!!"

Biga screamed, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot: "I didn't kill the Grand Duke, it was them!"

"It's them!"

He pointed at all the civil and military officials in the court like a madman, his body shaking.

Qin Yun unceremoniously tore off the fig leaf he had given him and said disdainfully: "Without your consent, would they dare to do such a thing?"

He glanced at the ministers and said with contempt, "With Ashina Yuangu's means, can this bunch of trash kill him? If I am not mistaken, Yuangu knew your intentions in advance, was so cold-hearted that he did not resist and was willing to bear all the infamy in exchange for the last lingering breath."

"Tsk tsk, what a shame, it's a shame that a great hero died at the hands of a loser like you! I should have just followed me."

The mocking tone broke Biga's defense, and his veins were exposed: "Puff!!"

He sprayed a cloud of blood towards the sky and fell to the ground with a bang.

“Khan, Khan!” The Turkic courtier rushed forward, but was broken free by him. He was in extreme pain, tears of regret and blood, and roared: “Grand Duke, if you were here, why would you do this?!”

"I shouldn't have listened to the slander!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the Turks became extremely ugly and they began to regret that Yuan Gu's death and surrender did not bring them the desired results.

They began to get scared, looking at the densely packed Daxia army throughout the palace, worrying that a massacre would follow.

Qin Yun said coldly: "Biga, it's no use regretting now."

"From now on, the Turkic Khanate will cease to exist, the grasslands will belong to Daxia, all tribes will be broken up into pieces, they will not be allowed to have any military power, and they will accept the teachings and rule of the Han people!"

"If you surrender, you can get a piece of land and live a good life for the rest of your life."

Before he finished speaking, the faces of everyone in the Turkic Khanate suddenly changed!

This is not only aimed at the royal family, but also at all the tribes on the grassland. Without military power, aren't they just slaves?

They were immediately filled with righteous indignation and rose up in rebellion.

"Emperor Daxia, we have surrendered. What else do you want?"

"Khan, I can't agree to that!"

"If we agree, there will be no difference between us and a subjugated nation. So what's the point of surrendering?"

"Why not rebel? There are hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city!"

How could Picasso, who was in a state of disarray, trembling with regret, listen to these words? He was completely dumbfounded. He had never faced such a choice alone. In the past, there would always be a white-haired old man who would make the decision.

Suddenly, the long sword was raised.

Pfft!

Several heads fell to the ground quickly, and blood splattered.

Qin Yun ordered another killing spree, killing several generals of the Turkic army who claimed they wanted to resist.

"what!!"

Screams were heard everywhere and the Turks were so scared that they huddled together in a ball. They wanted to escape, but they were facing the Xia army which was like an iron wall. Whoever broke in would die.

boom……

Corpses fell one after another, blood flowed like a river, and the entire Buda Palace began to fall into a death crisis and lost its former majesty.

Mu Le's soldiers were ruthless and almost couldn't stop themselves from seeking revenge for their dead compatriots.

Wailing, screaming, begging for mercy...

Until a high-pitched female voice sounded, extremely angry: "Stop it!!"

"Emperor of Daxia, you dare to wantonly kill important Turkic officials. Aren't you afraid of resistance from the tribes?" The angry voice was pleasant to hear, unique, penetrating, and with a hint of pride and dignity!