The First Tyrant of Daxia

"boom!"

The palace gates of the royal court were forced open by the rioting rebels.

"The palace gates have been opened. Everyone rush in and capture Qin Yun! There will be a huge reward!"

Prince Bobby showed joy on his face. Entering the royal court meant that their plan was half successful.

Everything was going perfectly according to his plan, and it was going so smoothly, so smoothly that Prince Bobby seemed to see victory just around the corner.

"Tripos, you take 50,000 people to guard the palace gate. No matter who wants to come in, stop him!"

Prince Poppy looked at a tall earl.

"Yes!"

Count Tripos nodded in a muffled voice and guarded here with 50,000 men.

"The rest of you, follow me in and capture Qin Yun!"

Prince Bobi led an army of more than 300,000 and rushed into the royal court.

The huge royal court actually seemed a little crowded at this moment.

The royal court became crowded, and the noisy quarrels tore through the silent night sky of the royal court. Countless soldiers were killed by the rebels who rushed in. The extremely luxurious and magnificent royal court turned bloody at this moment, with blood all over the ground and corpses piled up so that the people behind had nowhere to step.

The deepest part of the royal court, where the king lives.

"His Majesty!"

The general on night watch ran in hurriedly.

"This is terrible. Hundreds of thousands of rebels have rushed into the royal court. Run!"

But when he opened the door, he saw an empty house.

"Why panic!"

A voice came from the side, and the general on guard turned his head and saw Qin Yun walking in from outside, pulling up his trousers as he walked.

The night watch commander said quickly, "Your Majesty, those British rebels outside have already rushed in. There are hundreds of thousands of them. We can't stop them at all. You should go and hide."

Qin Yun looked calm and said with a smile, "What are you afraid of? I want to see what these thugs can do."

"Come on, follow me!"

The night watch commander's brain was a little unusable. There were only a few thousand soldiers in the royal court, less than ten thousand people. How could they possibly defeat so many rioters?

He didn't know why Qin Yun was so calm, and he couldn't understand it.

But Qin Yun had already taken a big step forward.

The night watch commander gritted his teeth and quickly caught up with his soldiers.

He is the night watchman of the Great Xia Kingdom. Even if he dies, he must die before Qin Yun.

Walking out from the depths of the royal court, Qin Yun slowly came to the royal court hall.

This is where Henry VII holds meetings, and it is also the central deliberative body of the entire British Empire. The strategies decided here every day have a huge impact on the entire British Empire.

But at this moment, it was terrifyingly quiet.

But soon, the noise outside the royal court gradually approached here.

Qin Yun strolled into the hall. Under the moonlight, the inside seemed a little dark and gloomy.

In the center of the hall is the King of Great Britain. An iron sword throne made of countless iron swords represents the supreme king of the British Empire.

The iron sword on the Iron Sword Throne was forged by Henry I, the first King of Great Britain, who defeated countless royal families of the Old Irish and seized their iron swords. The giant sword in the middle that acts as a backbone is the sword of the last generation of emperors of the Old Irish.

It represents the outstanding military achievements of Henry I.

But today, Henry VII lost it, and the British Empire lost it too.

Qin Yun walked to the Iron Sword Throne and squinted his eyes for a while.

Then he raised his foot and kicked the Iron Sword Throne away in an instant, and it fell on the wall.

"Humph! What Iron Sword Throne? This is my world now!"

Qin Yun ordered his men to move his dragon carriage to the center of the hall, and then sat on it leisurely. He did not seem nervous at all, and his eyes were full of invincibility, as if he had no rivals in the world.

At this time, deafening shouts of killing rang out outside the hall. The soldiers of Daxia were beaten back step by step, while the rioters of Daying were crushing forward madly, with a feeling of being unstoppable.

The Daxia soldiers were driven back into the main hall, and the Daying rioters also entered the main hall.

Everyone saw Qin Yun sitting in the center of the hall.

"He overturned the Iron Sword Throne!"

"This is blasphemy against Henry I, the Hero King!"

"This is blasphemy against the King of Heroes!"

"kill him!"

The people of the British Empire were so excited that they wanted to rush up and cut Qin Yun into pieces.

Prince Bobby came out surrounded by the crowd and looked at Qin Yun with deep eyes.

"Qin Yun, you are cruel and merciless. You massacre entire families of nobles at will. You are too brutal! You are not a qualified king at all!" Prince Bobby pointed at Qin Yun and scolded him.

"Correct!"

The rioters roared loudly.

"Qin Yun, King Henry's body is still warm, but you have already taken possession of Queen Mary. As an emperor, why don't you give him any dignity at all?" Prince Bobby continued to accuse.

Qin Yun's expression did not change from beginning to end. He looked calm and relaxed, as if the hundreds of thousands of rioters were not worth mentioning in front of him.

A hint of confusion suddenly flashed in Prince Bobby's confident eyes.

He was wondering why Qin Yun was not worried at all in the face of so many soldiers and horses, but was very calm instead.

As the saying goes, when something is unusual, there must be something wrong. Prince Bobby has always been suspicious, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

But when he saw the troops behind him like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, Prince Bobby suddenly gained confidence.

"Qin Yun, get down here and surrender!"

Prince Bobby said proudly, "You are at your wit's end. If you kneel before me and beg for mercy now, I can let you die more easily."

"Oh?"

Qin Yun raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "So, do you think you have already won?"

Prince Bobby's eyes were sharp: "Qin Yun, you still want to bluff me? Do you think I don't know that most of your troops have been transferred out? Now in the city, your army can't handle so many of us!"

"Get down here and die!"

"ridiculous!"

Qin Yun sneered and slowly stood up from the dragon chariot. His figure was as tall and majestic as a mountain, which immediately made the rioters who were clamoring just now ready for battle.

"Do you think that I let you into the royal court because I was careless and unprepared?" Qin Yun shook his head and sneered.

"What do you mean?!"

Prince Bobby suddenly had a bad feeling and his eyelids twitched wildly.

"I am waiting for you!"

Qin Yun clapped his hands: "Long Xiao, come out!"

The next moment, outside the royal palace, Long Xiao rushed out from the darkness with countless Daxia soldiers.

The number of soldiers led by Long Xiao was not large, only about 50,000 to 60,000 people, which was insignificant compared to the 300,000 to 400,000 rioters.

But what frightened them the most was the red cannons pushed out by the Daxia soldiers!

Qin Yun looked at him with disdain and waved his hand: "Kill!"