The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun scolded: "White Bear, walk slowly."

When the white bear heard Qin Yun's words, it immediately slowed down and slowly pulled the golden dragon carriage forward.

At this time, the soldiers also followed with Bachmann.

Bachmann stood in the prison van with a dejected look on his face.

Behind him were many of the people who had followed Bachmann in the rebellion.

Even the nobles and dignitaries could not escape Qin Yun's capture.

Under the suppression of the army, those powerful people dared not even fart.

Qin Yun led Bachman and other prisoners all the way to the central square of the royal city.

At this time, the Persian people on the road also discovered Bahman and others in the prison car.

"Damn Bachmann!"

"If he hadn't started the rebellion, my son wouldn't have died in this war!"

"He openly made a decision that went against his ancestors, calling back the barbarians of Tabernacle to Persian territory and destroying many cities including the Persian Royal City. He is simply the source of all evil!"

"He also poisoned the river, killing millions of people downstream."

"I know that my sister and her family died because they drank the river water that he poisoned. The whole family was killed and no one survived."

"How abominable!"

"Smash him!"

The Persian people on the street took vegetable leaves and rotten eggs and smashed them on Bahman's head. Some even picked up stones on the ground and threw them at him. In an instant, Bahman's head was broken and bleeding.

Even those who followed Bachmann in rebellion could not escape being beaten and scolded.

Bachmann did not dodge. Instead, he had a look of death, as if he had already guessed his own ending. He accepted it all calmly and with great discomfort.

Qin Yun sat in the golden dragon carriage with a calm expression. This was Bachman's own fault.

Bachmann crossed the streets, enduring verbal abuse all the way, and arrived at the central square of the royal city.

In the central square of the royal city, the execution platform is ready.

Bachmann and others were pushed onto the execution platform one by one.

The angry Persian people chased all the way to the royal city square and kept throwing vegetable leaves, rotten water, and rotten eggs at Bahman's head.

Qin Yun stood on the execution platform with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice, "Stop."

The surrounding soldiers immediately stepped forward and stopped the crazy people.

Qin Yun asked, "Bachman, do you have anything else to say?"

Bachmann smiled bitterly and said, "There is nothing to say except death."

Qin Yun nodded slightly, then looked at the other prisoners.

Others were not as open-minded as Bachman, and many of them asked Qin Yun to let them go.

But Qin Yun would never let them go. These guys also made an "indispensable contribution" to Bachman's ability to create a climate for rebellion.

Without their support, Bachmann alone would not have been able to form such a large army.

Christina stood in the crowd, looking at Bachmann's miserable appearance, a look of sympathy appeared on her face.

In any case, Bahman was once the King of Persia, the King of the Persian royal family.

In terms of blood relationship, Bachmann is also his cousin.

Unfortunately, times have changed. He is no longer the high and mighty King of Persia, but Qin Yun's prisoner.

Christina loves her family and the Persian royal family very much, but she is very sober now.

She knew that the glory of the Persian royal family was long gone, and that the return to the peak that Bachmann and others were striving for was nothing more than an obsession.

Under Qin Yun's leadership, the lives of these Persian people have improved.

Although Qin Yun was not a Persian, as an emperor who ruled Persia, he did not bring misfortune to the people of the Persian Empire, but made their lives better.

The people applauded Qin Yun, as he was the new popular figure in this territory.

These things are also what Christina has thought about carefully in these days.

Times no longer belong to the Persian royal family.

All this has come to an end.

"Goodbye." Christina couldn't help covering her face and crying.

No one can stop this from happening.

Qin Yun's expression was stern, and he gave the order in a deep voice: "Execute!"

The Royal City Square suddenly became silent following Qin Yun's voice.

The executioner slowly raised the sword, and the shiny blade flashed brightly in the sunlight.

But at this moment, Bachmann and others felt the coldness coming from the warm light.

Then, the looks on their faces grew more horrified;

"Your Majesty, please spare my life!"

Many people were shouting and begging for mercy.

But the executioners did not stop and continued to chop off heads, and one head after another rolled onto the square.

The people in the Royal City Square suddenly cheered. No one knew what they were cheering for. Perhaps it was just to ease the pain in their hearts of losing their homes and becoming displaced.

Bachmann was at the last disposal.

He looked at the dignitaries who had been beheaded before. They had all followed him before. Now, looking at their corpses, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Bahman looked at the Persian people, and they all looked at him with disgust.

For the Persian people, Bahman was the royal orthodoxy, but he was the one who made them suffer.

Bachmann sighed, a trace of regret rising in his heart.

He never regretted his rebellion, which was his hope for the Persian royal family to achieve greater glory. He only regretted that he did not win.

At this moment, the knife light appeared, and an extremely shining light flashed across his neck at this moment.

puff!

Bachmann's head fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood remained on the ground, bright and creepy.

But at this moment, the people in the Royal City Square burst into thunderous applause.

"Great!"

"This evil is finally dead!"

"We need to live a good life!"

"Long live His Majesty Qin Yun!"

"I hope His Majesty Qin Yun can lead us to a better life!"

The Persian people applauded and cheered excitedly, hoping that the Persian Empire would be able to achieve greater glory under Qin Yun's leadership.

Only then can these people live a better life.

Qin Yun stood in the center of the square and said loudly: "Everyone, rest assured. The rebellion in Persia has been completely quelled. From now on, as long as everyone cooperates well, I will ensure that your lives will get better and better!"

The Persian people in the square were delighted.

"Great!"

"Long live His Majesty Qin Yun!"

"Persia will surely get better and better under your Majesty's leadership!"

They all believed in Qin Yun.

Christina was the only one in the audience who covered her mouth and couldn't stop crying.

She watched Bachmann's head fall to the ground.

Christina knew that from this moment on, even on the surface, the Persian royal family no longer existed.

The Persian Empire came to an end.