The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Modo Moqiu, are you scared too?" Bachman looked at Modo Moqiu as if he was looking at a circus clown.

Modomoqiu looked at Bachman in disbelief, "You should know what it means to withdraw the border defense troops, right?"

"If I didn't know, I wouldn't do this!" Bachmann said coldly.

"That guy is a complete mad dog!" Modomoqiu scolded Bachman angrily, "If you do this, neither of us will survive!"

"It doesn't matter."

Bachman spread his hands and said calmly, "I'm doomed to die anyway, so it's a great bargain for me to be able to take a damned guy with me before I die!"

Moduo Moqiu showed a look of horror on his face. "You are a complete lunatic! As long as you defeat Qin Yun with me, how could I hurt you? Wouldn't it be good for the two of us to divide our territories and lead the Persian Empire separately?"

"When Qin Yun loses, we will each use our own strength to fight for resources. Whoever wins the final victory will be the King of Persia, right? Do we have to fight to the death?!"

"How dare I believe you!" Bachman stared at Modo Moqiu with extreme anger. This guy threatened to form an alliance with him and help him defeat Qin Yun, but in the end he turned around and took away his royal city. This kind of person is even more insidious than Qin Yun!

Moreover, Bachman knew that he had lost the trust of the people and nobles in the Persian Empire. Even if he and Modo Moqiu defeated Qin Yun, it would be difficult for him to turn the situation around.

What's more, Modo Moqiu's Tabirense army is not a pushover. Without Qin Yun to suppress him, Bachman thinks he cannot defeat Modo Moqiu.

Rather than being defeated in the end and handing over the Persian Empire to the barbarian leader Modo Moqiu, it would be better to hand Persia over to Qin Yun to govern.

In fact, Bachmann should know that Qin Yun’s policies have many advantages, otherwise the people of Persia would not support him so much.

After all, he is a despicable outsider!

If his policies were not good enough, the people would not support him so much, even more than they supported him as the orthodoxy of the Persian royal family.

On the other hand, although the Modomochu were once one of the ancient races in Persian territory, they were cruel barbarians and did not show any ability to govern an empire.

Bahman's ancestors had taken great pains to drive the Tabernas out of Persian territory, but now, at his invitation, this group of people returned to Persian territory.

Bachman felt that this was not a good idea. Since he would die no matter how defeated he was, he would rather let Qin Yun drive Moduo Moqiu away or even kill him.

On the city wall of Ibitos, Qin Yun looked at Bachman thoughtfully, with a look of joy in his heart.

Bachmann withdrew his border defense troops, which indicated that he had given up on intercepting the reinforcements from the Western Regions that he had mobilized at the border.

This also means that once the obstructing forces on the border withdraw, reinforcements from the Western Regions will surge in like the waves of the Yangtze River.

In a few days, the army will enter the royal city, and then sound the clarion call for counterattack, and capture Modo Moqiu and his army in one fell swoop!

This is also the reason why Modo Moqiu cursed Bachmann as a lunatic.

Once Qin Yun gets the support of the reinforcements from the Western Regions, it will be like a tiger returning to the forest or a dragon rushing into the deep sea, and the situation will be back in Qin Yun's hands.

By then, neither Bachman nor Modo Moqiu could escape Qin Yun's killing.

Bachmann's move is not only to seek his own destruction, but also to die together with Modo Moqiu!

After hearing what Bachmann said, Modomoqiu went crazy. He was completely crazy.

He knew how terrifying Qin Yun was. Once Qin Yun took control of the army, let alone dominating the Persian Empire, even if he escaped back to his own island, he would probably be hunted down by him.

"It seems that if we want to kill Qin Yun, we must do it within these three to five days."

Mo Duomo Qiu said with a gloomy face, "If I don't defeat Qin Yun as soon as possible, once the reinforcements arrive, I will have no chance to turn the tables."

Tachi on the side said with a grim expression: "But Bachman is clearly going to send more than 400,000 troops to support Qin Yun. Even with the 300,000 Tabirense troops coming to support us, it will be difficult to determine the outcome of the battle with Qin Yun within three to five days!"

Modomoqiu's reserve army has never been 200,000 troops, but 300,000, and his reserve army has already arrived.

Through studying Daxia's military books, he had a deep understanding of the principles of using trickery in warfare, so he concealed the information and did not reveal his true strength.

But now the situation has changed greatly. Bachmann has joined Qin Yun with an army of 400,000. Even if he uses all his strength, it is probably impossible to defeat Qin Yun within three to five days.

This is simply a foolish dream. Unless there is divine help, Moduo Moqiu has no such confidence at all. After all, the person in front of him is not an ordinary person, but Qin Yun, the emperor of Daxia who defeated many powerful countries in the West.

After thinking about it, Modo Moqiu couldn't help but said, "King Bachman, why do you give up so easily? Cooperate with me to capture Qin Yun, and we can enjoy the fruits of victory together, right?"

Bachman said angrily, "You wish! I will fight you to the death! I want to avenge Prime Minister Lucius! I want you, Modo Moqiu, to die! I want to wipe out the people of Tabirense!"

Mo Duo Mo Qiu was so angry that he was shaking. Then he said, "After you defeat Qin Yun, you still have a chance to kill me. Why choose an option that will kill you?"

Bachmann couldn't help but sneer.

After a period of dissolute living, Bachmann's thoughts became clear.

He knew that he was no match for Modo Moqiu. Modo Moqiu had the invincible Tabirense army, all of whom were wearing extremely tough ancient vine armor, and their combat qualities were comparable to those of top-level soldiers. He had no chance of winning against Modo Moqiu.

It would be better to choose the safest method. As long as Modo Moqiu is killed, he will feel comfortable.

"Crazy! You are such a mad dog!" Modo Moqiu was furious.

Bachmann laughed. "Do you know the feeling of defeat? Do you know the feeling of despair? Do you know the feeling of waiting to die? I want you to try it too!"

Modo Moqiu's lips trembled with anger, and he had nothing to say to such a madman.

Qin Yun smiled happily and said, "Bahman, I am glad that you have come back to the right path. As long as you help me capture Moduo Moqiu, I can consider pardoning your crime of rebellion, and even let you become the king of Persia again and govern Persia for me."

"He is lying to you! He is lying to you!" Modo Moqiu cursed angrily.