The First Tyrant of Daxia

The battle ended quickly.

Modo Moqiu had never intended to take this royal city.

Therefore, there were very few soldiers in this city, probably only about three thousand Tabilans soldiers.

With an army of 400,000 attacking the city together, even if there were only 3,000 Tabilans soldiers defending the city, it would not be enough and the city would be breached in an instant.

The royal city is like home to Bachman, but to Modo Moqiu, it is just a city that he can plunder. When this city loses its due value, Modo Moqiu naturally will not care about keeping it.

"Your Majesty, the city has been breached." Wilmot, bloodstained and exhausted, replied to Bachmann.

The fatigue and blood on his body were not caused by this short and joyful war that seemed to end early, but by the exhaustion caused by fighting with Qin Yun and Moduo Moqiu.

Especially after Lucius' death, all the pressure was placed on him alone, so naturally the pressure was very heavy.

"Thank you for your hard work, General Wilmot." Bachmann looked at Wilmot and thought to himself that he was not that bad after all, and there were still people willing to follow him.

Wilmot nodded slightly and stepped aside.

Bachmann rode his warhorse and slowly walked towards the open city gate.

Returning to the royal city, Bachmann did not feel any joy in his heart, but rather an unspeakable silence.

For him, this was not about regaining lost territory or conquering cities, but just a destination.

As he walked into the city, a strong smell of blood immediately hit his nose.

When Bachmann saw the scene in the city, his expression became extremely ugly, even angry.

After all, Modo Moqiu was a barbarian leader. After he planned to abandon the Persian royal city, he plundered the city wantonly and then left, leaving the city in ruins.

The city was littered with corpses, not those of Tabirense soldiers, but mostly those of civilians and soldiers in the royal city.

The once prosperous royal city has now almost become a ruin.

Bachman gnashed his teeth in anger, "This damn Modo Moqiu actually turned my royal city into this state, I will not forgive him!"

Wilmot was also very angry, but he still sighed in his heart. No matter whether Qin Yun won, Modo Moqiu won, or even Okita Taro won, they would not be the opponent.

Not to mention revenge.

Even though their military strength is not much different from that of Modo Moqiu, their actual combat effectiveness is indeed quite a bit worse.

Wilmot did not respond to Bachmann's anger, but instead ordered his soldiers to quickly occupy the original city defense positions and close the city gates.

Bachmann rode his warhorse and headed towards the royal court.

The people in the city almost stayed indoors and dared not even open the windows. Some houses were even turned into ruins. There were many corpses on the ground, which were the owners of the houses.

Even the bodies of children in the city were scattered everywhere.

For some children, their entire family died and they were the only ones left.

Bachmann was filled with great sorrow and felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

What he coveted was the throne of the Persian Empire, the real right to rule, not the so-called acting ruler of the empire, not a tool.

As a member of the royal family of the Persian Empire, Bahman felt that he should take all of this back and restore the glory of the Persian royal family.

At this moment, he looked at the bloody scene in the city and the suffering of the people, and felt extremely regretful.

Only then did he realize what a stupid and cruel decision it was to follow Taro Okita's advice and poison the river.

His decision directly caused the people living downstream of the river to suffer innocent consequences, and they were poisoned to death one after another, turning the prosperous land into a poisonous area.

Taro Okita looked at the miserable people, walked forward with great sorrow, and wanted to speak out to comfort them, but when he stood in front of them, he could not utter a word.

When the people saw Bachmann, they fled as if they had seen a ghost, fearing that they would die at Bachmann's hands.

Bachmann poisoned the river, killing nearly one million innocent people. Nearly ten cities were turned into cities filled with poison gas and plague. His cruelty and brutality was not inferior to that of Modo Moqiu, and even completely surpassed that of Modo Moqiu.

When the people heard the news, they were naturally very afraid of the person in front of them, who was said to be the legitimate emperor of the royal family.

They knelt on the ground, weeping and kowtowing, begging: "King Bahman, please let us go, we are miserable enough."

These words made Bachmann, who originally wanted to approach them, feel bitter.

He trembled, and finally decided to leave.

Watching Bachmann riding away on his war horse, the people kept kowtowed to express their gratitude and respectfully saw him off.

Bachmann rode heavily on his warhorse towards the royal court.

They passed many nobles' houses on the road, but those originally luxurious houses were now filled with corpses and bloodstains, and the walls had become very dilapidated, without any trace of their former luxurious atmosphere.

Even some aristocratic families were reduced to ruins.

Modo Moqiu didn't even dare to let go of the money of common people, let alone the money of the wealthy and powerful nobles.

It was like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, as if bandits had entered the village and left not a single cent for the nobles.

Anyone who dared to resist was killed by Modo Moqiu.

The Persian soldiers who followed Modomochu at the beginning did so because they were afraid of Modomochu's power.

Otherwise, Bachmann would not have been able to bring them back under his command.

Bachmann looked at those nobles and sighed even more in his heart. He felt extremely sad in his heart, and waves of sad emotions surged throughout his body.

At this time, the old nobleman in the ruins saw Bachmann.

Bachmann saw him and realized that he was a familiar face. He was among the nobles who had supported him.

Unexpectedly, this war caused a huge change in him. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell his original appearance.

When the old nobleman saw Bachmann, he became very angry. He grabbed the bloody knife on the ground and rushed towards Bachmann.

Although he rushed forward, his old and frail body made him walk like an old duck.

Bachman frowned and said, "Count Pitt, it's me."