The First Tyrant of Daxia

Wilmot stopped Bachman, with an anxious look on his face, "King Bachman, Qin Yun's million-strong army is already in sight. We must leave here quickly, otherwise our lives may be in danger."

Bachman laughed loudly. "General Wilmot, don't worry. I'm ready to die. It doesn't matter whether I escape or not. But before I die, I'm very happy to kill those bastards of the Tabirense people!"

"No!"

Wilmot pleaded, "Your Majesty, you are the heir to the Persian royal family. If you die, the Persian royal family will be like the sun and the moon without light, and the sky and the earth will lose their color. There will be no day for them to rise again!"

Bachman was still laughing, tears streaming down his face. "Persian Empire? Persian royal family? Where is the Persian Empire? They were already dead when Qin Yun took over Persia!"

"We can't defeat Qin Yun! Besides, it's not a bad idea to let Qin Yun manage the Persian Empire. At least his ability is better than mine, and he's not as cruel as Moduo Moqiu!"

"Better than me!" Bachmann laughed out loud.

The laughter stopped abruptly at this moment. Bachman raised his golden sword and said angrily, "Why don't you get out of the way? Let me have a good fight with the Tabirense people!"

Wilmot looked at Bachman's crazy look and knew in his heart that Bachman had no intention of turning back. At least he would fight to the death with Tachi before he died.

"Ok."

Wilmot knew that he could not persuade Bachmann, so he simply stopped trying to persuade him and pulled his horse to make way for Bachmann.

Bachmann saw Wilmot making way and laughed, "Great! General Wilmot, watch me kill them all and make these Tabirense people flee in panic!"

Wilmot also smiled and nodded: "Okay! I will help His Majesty the King and watch His Majesty kill everyone!" As he said this, he rode his warhorse towards Bachmann.

Bachmann laughed even louder, and the madness in his eyes became more and more serious. Even if he died, he would kill Tachi first.

However, at this moment, Bachmann suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind, and a painful feeling came from the back of his head.

He looked back and saw the stick in Wilmot's hand hitting him on the head.

Bachmann was about to speak when the aftereffects came on and he passed out.

Wilmot was quick-witted and instantly reached out to grab Bachmann's hand and pulled him onto the back of his horse.

"Where's the closeness between the left and right?!" Wilmot roared with a sullen face.

"General, I am here!"

A dozen soldiers stood beside Wilmot's horse, with expressions of great sincerity and loyalty on their faces.

Wilmot said with tears in his eyes: "You dozen people, take King Bachman and flee this battlefield immediately, head northwest, keep going and don't look back!"

"Yes! General!"

A dozen soldiers answered loudly and quickly.

Wilmot looked at them and said solemnly, "King Bahman is the last glory of the Persian royal family. You must protect him better than your own life! Can you do it?!"

"can!"

Almost without any hesitation, more than a dozen soldiers answered loudly together, with expressions of utmost loyalty on their faces.

Wilmot handed Bachman to them and said in a deep voice, "Let's go! Let's go! Take King Bachman and go!"

A dozen soldiers bid farewell to Wilmot with a heavy heart, mounted their horses with Bachmann, and rode quickly towards the rear.

Wilmot looked at this scene with serious eyes.

He also had an army of 100,000 hidden in the northwest. This was an elite force that Prime Minister Lucius had arranged there after the defeats of Cronin and Henry.

This is the fallback that Lucius left for Bachmann. As long as he has troops in his hands, there is still a chance.

Wilmot was moved to tears by the wind, and choked up as he said, "Your Majesty, after leaving here, take the army and head west! Don't get entangled with Qin Yun again until you are strong enough. Goodbye..."

He tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, slowly turned his head, and looked at the Tabirense soldiers in front of him. The expression on his face had become cold and hard again, like a piece of black iron.

"Leave this to me! The people of Tabirense must die!" Wilmot's eyes were cold as he roared, "Kill them! Avenge our compatriots!"

"Kill! Revenge!"

The Persian soldiers were filled with righteous indignation, and under Wilmot's command, they continued to fight towards the Tabernacle soldiers.

The Tabirense soldiers led by Gali were all ready to die. They had already given up their own lives and were willing to stay behind to cover Tachi and the rest of the Tabirense soldiers.

"Brothers! Hold them off as long as you can! As long as General Tachi can take the other brothers away, our death will not be unfair!" Gary continued to fight and shouted to boost morale.

At this moment, the morale of the Tabirense soldiers was like a sudden rise of a plateau. Each of them became extremely high and fought for the cause in their hearts.

For a moment, the open space in front of the Persian royal city was once again flooded with boiling blood, and countless corpses fell on the land.

"kill!"

Wilmot kept chopping off the heads of the Tabirense soldiers, but they were not afraid at all. Instead, they became even more ferocious, like mad beasts.

Under the madness of Gali and these soldiers, Tachi fled quickly with his soldiers, and in a blink of an eye they were almost leaving the vicinity of the Persian royal city.

Wilmot's eyes narrowed, and he fought even more fiercely, completely disregarding the enemy's attacks. He was also ready to die, and fought without regard for his life.

When he decided to stay and face these Tarbilens soldiers alone, Wilmot had already foreseen his future in his heart. There was no other way to go except death.

"Destroy them!"

Wilmot roared and charged forward like a god of war. The attacks from the enemies around him kept falling on him, but he seemed to feel nothing. He ruthlessly struck with the weapon in his hand, reaping the lives of the Tabirense soldiers.

Although the soldiers of Tabernacle fought fiercely, they were facing 400,000 Persian soldiers after all. Under the fierce attack of 400,000 people, they could only hold out for a while before they eventually fell down powerlessly.

Wilmot rushed forward on his warhorse and stabbed Gary through the chest with a knife, taking his life while blood splattered.

Looking at this scene, Tachi ran for his life even more hastily.