The First Tyrant of Daxia

Okita Taro looked at Bachmann coldly, "Things are different now, Your Majesty, you don't think you are still in the upper hand, do you?"

Seeing the coldness in Taro Okita's eyes, Bachmann was stunned. The man who always flattered him in any situation had now become so cold.

Wilmot pulled Bachman and shook his head, saying, "Your Majesty, let's leave here first."

The situation is very critical now. Modo Moqiu just wants to occupy the royal city. If he plans to kill Bachman as well, and 300,000 troops rush out of it, I'm afraid Bachman will have to die here today.

Even if Modo Moqiu doesn't want to take action, Choten Taro is not someone to be trifled with.

Bachmann was reminded by Wilmot and understood the current situation, but he felt extremely painful in his heart.

"go!"

Bachmann finally made a decision and led his army away.

Watching Bachman going away, Asa, the general beside Modomochu, couldn't help but say, "Chief Modomochu, why don't you let me lead the army to kill Bachman! This guy's ancestors did that to us, it's absolutely right to kill him."

Modo Moqiu waved his hand: "He's just a stray dog. Why bother with him? Killing him won't do any good, and it will only cause you trouble."

"He no longer has the ability to reverse the situation. Keeping him alive is no different from being dead."

Capturing the royal city and killing Bachmann are two completely different things.

In fact, Modo Moqiu also wanted to kill Bahman, but Bahman was, after all, the orthodox royal family of the Persian Empire. If he was killed, it would inevitably cause a lot of unnecessary trouble in this vast Persian territory.

It might even make the nobles who surrendered to him feel uneasy and then rebel, which would be even more inappropriate and not worth the loss.

Modomoqiu looked at the general beside him, and then said: "Tachi, take your men back and bring out all the troops!"

He looked at the dark night sky, a savage laugh appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Next, I want this dark night sky to become my territory!"

"Yes, chief!" Tachi grinned and retreated.

Asa couldn't help but ask: "Chief, what should the Emperor of Daxia do?"

Modo Moqiu said in a deep voice: "There's no need to worry about Qin Yun. He fell into Okita Taro's trap. It may not be easy for him to recover."

"Our most important thing now is to gather all our troops and occupy some of Persia's main resource towns!"

Compared to fighting Qin Yun to the death so soon, Moduo Moqiu still believes that obtaining resources is more important. After all, Qin Yun is the emperor of Daxia.

But at this moment, it is more like a dragon trapped in shallows, with no way to turn over.

And when Modo Moqiu has mastered all resources and becomes stronger, he can destroy Qin Yun in one fell swoop.

Modomoqiu believed that this time would not be long. After all, all the towns in Persia had been destroyed by Bachman and Qin Yun. It should not be too difficult to take them down.

Even if Qin Yun recovered, he would have already taken over many territories by then, and would be able to fight against Qin Yun with a large number of troops.

Thinking of this, Modo Moqiu suddenly looked at Okita Taro under the city wall, with a smile on his face.

Although he is not free to fight Qin Yun now, Okita Taro is free. Even if Okita Taro cannot defeat Qin Yun, he can still interfere with Qin Yun.

"Mr. Okita, why don't you come into the city?" Modo Moqiu shouted with a smile.

Taro Okita said with a smile at the foot of the city wall: "It is enough for the king to have Chief Modo Mochu in the city. General Okita Tsuyoshi and I will lead our own army to set up camp near the city and form a pincer attack with Chief Modo Mochu. Wouldn't it be better to help each other?"

With Bachmann's previous experience as a lesson, Taro Okita did not dare to rashly bring his troops into the city.

"How cunning!"

Modo Moqiu cursed inwardly, then said with a smile: "Mr. Okita, after you have arranged the army, please come to the city to discuss important matters with me."

Okita Taro smiled and said, "Of course, I haven't congratulated Chief Modo Mochu on capturing the Persian Royal City yet!"

The two smiled knowingly.

On the other side, Bachmann led his troops in a frustrated retreat.

Wilmot advised, "Your Majesty, I know that the royal city was captured and Lord Lucius was killed. You are very angry. But the most important thing now is to find a safe place to temporarily station troops! Please don't be angry anymore."

After hearing Wilmot's words, Bachmann looked back at the hundreds of thousands of troops following him. They were all following behind him with their heads down.

Half of these soldiers were his own troops, who had lost their due fighting ability under the torture of Cronin and Henry; the other half were private soldiers of the nobles in the city, whose fighting power was not very strong either. They were no match for Modo Moqiu, and were not even comparable to Qin Yun, whose soldiers were poisoned in large numbers.

Bachmann sighed.

"Is my Persian royal family really perishing?!" Bachmann thought with great sadness in his heart.

He originally wanted to defeat Qin Yun and revive the Persian royal family, but now it seems that he is still too incompetent and has no chance of realizing his hegemony.

Even if he used a strategy to trap Qin Yun in the Persian Empire, there was no way to defeat Qin Yun, which doomed him to failure.

Taro Okita alone was enough to make Bachmann feel difficult, but fortunately, he had Lucius to help him, and he seemed to be able to cooperate with Taro Okita with ease.

But he let the wolf into the house.

They had originally agreed to fight Qin Yun together, but Modo Moqiu took advantage of Bachman's dispatch of troops to turn around and seize his royal city, and also killed Prime Minister Lucius.

For Bachmann, the current situation is a desperate situation.

But, with so many soldiers, there is still a chance.

Bachmann pulled himself together a little and asked, "General Wilmot, you are the only one left by my side now. What should we do now?"

Wilmot suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was very heavy. He pondered for a long time before saying, "Your Majesty, Qin Yun's method is actually suitable for us now."

Bachman was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"

Wilmot said in a deep voice: "Now our military strength is weak. We have manpower but no way to form sufficient combat power. It is impossible to attack the royal city."

"But I think Qin Yun and Mo Duomo Qiu are busy detoxifying and quickly occupying territory in the void, so they are unlikely to pay attention to us!"

"The only thing we can rely on now is your status as a Persian royal family member. If we issue a notice, perhaps some nobles will come to support us, and we will have a chance to turn the tables."