Before dusk comes, the sky is no longer bright and clear, the sun's light has become a little thinner, and the entire grassland has become gray.
The unilateral killing war on the shores of Har Lake has ended. North of the battlefield is the Kyrgyz Basin. The Turkic troops in the southern part of the Great Lakes region have been cleared away, making this fertile basin like an undefended city at the mercy of others. But Yang Ji, who was about to leave, could not participate in the upcoming massacre feast.
But before that, it was necessary to consolidate the power of the Sui Dynasty in the Great Lakes region and let Xianbei and other wolves know that the Sui Dynasty not only had gentle benevolence and righteousness, but also had ferocious force.
On a temporary high platform, Yang Jigao sat on a couch. In front of him, there was a simple table, with several tables and stools on the left and right below.
In front of the high platform, groups of defeated Turkic soldiers and young Turks with their hands tied were expelled like sheep by the Sui army. These people were panic-stricken and frightened, but they did not dare to do anything under the threat of bright swords. Those who act "unfriendly" and dare to show hatred will already die on the road.
"Your Highness! Young Master Xianbei and the chiefs of Pugu, Qibi, Hun, Qiang and other tribes have arrived." Xue Ju strode onto the stage with Murong Yan and eight burly middle-aged men.
"See King Wei of the Sui Dynasty!" A group of people walked to the middle of the high platform and saluted Yang Ji one after another. These people could all speak some Chinese, but they were not as fluent as Murong Yan.
Except for Murong Yan, they were all tribal chiefs who had declared their independence from Turkic jurisdiction. They followed Yang Ji's order and prepared to outflank Ashina Huaide from behind. Unexpectedly, the war had already ended before they reached the designated battlefield. Now that there was no need to fight, King Wei of the Sui Dynasty also politely invited them to a banquet. They thought it was sharing benefits, and they all looked happy.
As for Murong Yan, who was covered in blood, he just looked at these people with a sneer. The Xianbei people were the main force in this battle, and during the battle, more than 7,000 people were killed by Turkic soldiers, fire oxen, and fire horses. It can be said that they suffered heavy losses. . Fortunately, King Wei was very satisfied with their performance. Not only did he agree to give all the population to the Xianbei tribe, but he also allowed them to grab everything in the Kyrgyz Basin for two days. If these latecomers dared to break the ban, the Xianbei tribe would never agree.
"Please take a seat!" Yang Ji, like a hospitable host, asked the soldiers to seat these people.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
After everyone was seated, two Sui soldiers came up carrying a large wooden plate with a complete roasted lamb.
"Let me do it!" Yang Ji stood up with a smile. He cleaned his hands in the prepared basin and cut the meat himself, and distributed the fattest hind leg meat to the guests. In the grasslands, it is usually the youngest who cuts the meat. It is given to the elder first, but if it is the most distinguished host, it means that the guest is the most distinguished guest.
Although this is a grassland, the banquet was held by Yang Ji, so he was naturally the host. Now he was dividing the meat in person, and everyone stood up to express their gratitude.
After a while, someone else brought venison, mutton stew, bone soup, wild duck and other delicacies to the table.
Yang Ji picked up a glass of wine from the Western Regions, stood up and said: "The Turkic army in the Great Lakes region is almost finished. As for Tan Khan, he has been restrained by Yi Shubo and cannot move. As long as his shaman army disappears, then he Failure is not far away. As for Bujia Khan's army, our Sui army will make it impossible for him to go back. Even if he fled back to the Turkic tent, his army will not be much left. So everyone does not need to worry about him. To take revenge.”
After Yang Ji finished cheating, he continued: "I have completed the task assigned by the saint, and it is time to go back. As for everything in the Great Lakes area, I will leave it to you. What can you gain? Can you do it before Yi loses his bowl? I don’t care or control whether you can seize the Kyrgyz Lake Basin or whether you can seize the Ubusu Lake Basin. But Xianbei is the main force in defeating the enemy, so I allow them to seize it for two days first, and then you can enter the Kyrgyzstan. Lake Basin.”
Having said this, Yang Ji leaned forward slightly and said coldly: "If anyone dares to disobey, I will be very unhappy; if I am unhappy, the saint will also be unhappy. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Upon hearing this, Murong Yan was the first to express her position loudly, patting her chest and saying: "Whoever dares to disobey the king's order is my enemy of Xianbei."
"I also understood."
"I also understood."
The chiefs all patted their chests and promised, but as for their sincerity, Yang Ji didn't believe it at all.
"Please!" Yang Ji drank the wine as red as blood in one gulp.
Everyone raised their glasses high and drank too.
"We Sui generals all have the habit of marking down stones to record their merits. As I leave this time, I don't know if I will have the opportunity to visit this beautiful place. I also want to imitate the famous generals of our dynasty and leave something here. It's just my words. If it is really ugly, it will make people laugh, so I won’t write down the merits myself, just do something simple.”
When Yang Ji said this, he turned his eyes from the guests to the generals standing in front and shouted: "Wang Xingben, Yao Junsu."
"The last general is here!" The second general stepped forward to answer the order.
"You two will kill all the 'enemy troops' in front of the stage and build a palace on the shore of Har Lake." Yang Ji looked at the prisoners and Turkic children under the stage, with a flash of pity in his cold eyes.
Seriously.
Killing people was definitely not Yang Ji's original intention, but these people represented the resistance ability of the Turks and the war potential of the Turks and grassland tribes. Keeping them would only create unfavorable factors for the Sui Dynasty in the northwest.
For the sake of tranquility in the northwest, to weaken the wildness of the alien races in the Great Lakes region, and to occupy the fertile grasslands in the Jinshan and Shiluoman Mountains and reduce obstacles, these "chickens" who are warning monkeys must die.
"Here!" the second general responded and walked towards the stage.
As Wang Xingben and Yao Junsu issued cold flags in front of the stage, groups of Sui soldiers held bright horizontal knives and attacked the captives from the east, west and south directions in front of the stage. They waved their horizontal knives, Ruthlessly harvesting the fragile lives of captives and children. Like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, heads rolled wherever it passed, and blood mist filled the long sky.
The prisoners and children were so frightened that they wanted to flee, but the Sui army surrounded and killed them from three directions. With their hands tied behind their backs, they could not escape. Suddenly, screams, roars, and curses resounded through the sky, and the front of the stage seemed to change. It became like a Shura slaughterhouse, with blood dyeing the ground red and the smell of blood in the air pungent.
Murong Yan and the others felt a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts and backs.
Population and cattle and sheep grasslands are valuable assets. Even if there is a war between two hostile tribes with feuds, the dead warriors will be respected and no one will destroy their bodies. As for the old, young, women and children of the hostile tribes, they will become slaves; injured The enemy soldiers will also receive full treatment, those who are lucky enough to survive will also become slaves, and those who die will be buried in a heroic manner.
However, Yang Ji, a southern barbarian, had never followed the customary rules on the grassland since he entered the Great Lakes area. Now that they are all leaving, they still want to mark their merits with stones, so that's fine. However, they killed more than 20,000 prairie warriors and "young eagles" of the prairie because of a simple "ugly handwriting". It means that he has been here before.
This murderous nature is truly terrifying.
In the hot summer, everyone's faces were pale. They lowered their heads and did not dare to watch this killing feast. They all swallowed hard, and their clothes were soaked with sweat that was obviously cold sweat.
Not only are they not fools, but they are extremely smart people. Otherwise, they would not have been able to become chiefs, nor would they have been able to survive under the harsh oppression of the Turks. They understood that Yang Ji's warm banquet was to treat you well, me, and everyone, and killing these people was a warning to them. If you don't let the Sui Dynasty live easy like the Turks did, then these people's today will be your tomorrow.
When the killing feast ended, looking around, the audience was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, like a Shura hell. When Yang Ji stopped hearing the shouts, he looked at the two civil servants standing below: "Su Dan, Hao Yuan."
"The humble position is here."
"You two are responsible for setting up stone monuments and writing manuscripts. The main theme of the manuscript is 'Anyone who offends us in the Sui Dynasty will be punished no matter how far away'!" Yang Ji said lightly: "Others may not understand, so you should write more concisely and straightforwardly. Don’t make it a series of allusions that even I can’t understand.”
"Here!" The two of them retreated as ordered.
At this time, Zhang Chuchen and Liu Rumei came forward and knelt on both sides of Yang Ji. Zhang Chuchen quickly cut a large pile of bloody beef into thin slices with a sharp dagger and placed them on rough plates. inside, and then carried by the soldiers to the chiefs to share.
Yang Ji also picked up a piece of raw beef and put it in the rice bowl in front of him. There was a dipping sauce mixed with salt, pepper, cumin, vinegar and other spices.
Roll the pieces of meat in a bowl, put it into his mouth to chew, and drink a glass of wine brought by Liu Rumei. Yang Ji sighed with satisfaction and said to the chiefs who looked down at him who looked pale and seemed very disgusted: "Eat them all. ,You're welcome."
"This..." There was no dipping sauce in front of everyone, and Zhang Chuchen deliberately put raw beef brains and beef on their plates, so their "carpaccio" looked particularly scary. It would have been fine if it was normal, but now for them How can you eat a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?
Yang Ji further advised: "There is a saying that says, 'Aspirations eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty'. Now, men like us eat this fresh meat in front of the audience as if we are eating Hulu meat, and eat cow brains as if they were human brains." , drinking this wine is like drinking the blood of an enemy chief, wouldn’t it be great?”
The chiefs who wanted to eat and drink reluctantly looked at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood and smelled the strong smell of blood. When they heard what he said, they almost vomited everything they had just eaten and drank. How could they dare to eat?
Seeing that everyone still refused to eat, Yang Ji suddenly became angry. He patted several cases and roared: "Come here, give them each a corpse and a bucket of human blood. Who the hell dares not to finish eating and drinking?" Whoever dares to vomit will have his clan destroyed."
"Your Majesty, calm down your anger. Your Majesty, please calm down your anger."
When everyone heard this, how dare they not eat it? He quickly picked up the wine, which was as red as blood, and flushed the vomit that came to his mouth down into his stomach again. Then with a grimace, he endured the vomiting while slowly eating beef, cow brains and other foods that were full of fresh blood. Swallow slowly.
"That's right." Yang Ji said with a smile: "The Great Sui Dynasty liked obedient dogs the most, dog meat friends."
"..." The chiefs had no choice but to curse in their hearts.
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