As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the Qin army officers at the top of the city changed drastically. Many people began to cry bitterly and shouted loudly, because among the many prisoners just outside the city, many of them were the defenders of the city. Relatives and friends of the soldiers, and even before the attack, Liu Yu saw many people saying goodbye to each other and taking care of each other. But at that time, everyone had the belief that they must win. Unexpectedly, in just one day, the yin and yang were almost separated forever, and even more Tragically, these soldiers guarding the city were about to witness the massacre of their relatives and friends.
Murong Yong's expression changed slightly, and he whispered to Murong Chong: "Your Highness, is it inappropriate to trap and kill these Qin troops now? We promised Liu Yu not to massacre the people of Chang'an City, and we won a great victory today. After that, Chang'an has become a target. Killing prisoners of war like this can be quick and easy, but it will lose people's hearts."
A cold and stern look flashed across Murong Chong's face, and his eyes shot out a vicious light: "The human heart? What is the human heart? Isn't it the fear of the strong and the abandonment of the weak? Today I am not venting my personal anger, but giving Everyone in the city is sending a message, that is, those who obey me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"
Liu Yu's voice rang loudly at the top of the city: "Murong Chong, you win if you win. Who do you think you are when you massacre these unarmed prisoners of war?"
Murong Chong laughed loudly and looked at Liu Yu with provocative eyes: "You are a hero and you come to save these people now? Liu Yu, I didn't promise you not to bloodbath Chang'an City, let alone You will treat these prisoners of war well, is it possible that I have to let them return to the city and let them fight with us again?"
Liu Yu's eyes flashed with angry flames: "Prisoners of war are also living beings and do not pose a threat to you. If you win in the future, they will become your subjects and even fight for you. Killing and surrender have been ominous since ancient times. Don't blame me for not reminding you. You, you will be punished by God for your perverse actions!"
Fu Jian gritted his teeth and his eyes were blood red. He glared at Murong Chong, almost spitting out blood. He said loudly: "Murong Chong, what are you aiming at me for? Why do you want to massacre innocent prisoners? If you really want to Seek revenge from me, and I can leave the city right now and fight you one-on-one!"
Quan Yi and others quickly knelt down and advised: "King of Heaven, you must not do this. Don't be provoked by this thief."
Murong Chong sneered: "You have millions of troops and want to throw a whip to cut off the flow, why don't you go to a one-on-one duel with the emperor of the Jin Dynasty? Now you are trapped in this isolated city, and the only cavalry that can fight in the field has been wiped out by me. Even your subordinates have lost confidence in you and abandoned you. At this time, you still want to fight alone with me to determine the outcome? Don't think that I don't know your plan. You just think that you have a better chance of winning in a duel with me now. It's just more serious than fighting, Fu Jian, your hypocrisy of benevolence and righteousness is fine for deceiving others, but it's a pity that it's of no use to me!"
At this point, he turned his head and said sternly to the generals behind Murong Yong: "What are you still doing? Are you ignoring my commander-in-chief's advice to kill all the prisoners of the Qin army?"
Gao Gai and other generals of the Qin Army looked at each other, turned around and galloped to their respective armies. Suddenly, their troops began to disperse. Behind their formations, more than forty trenches with a radius of more than ten feet had already been dug. There was a big pit, and the wolf-like and tiger-like soldiers of Xiyan and Xianbei, holding swords and swords, rushed towards the prisoners of the Qin army who were surrounded by a group, their hands were tied, and they were strung together.
Many prisoners of the Qin army also realized what was going to happen. A few officers who looked like officers struggled to get up and wanted to call their companions around for final resistance. However, they often had no time to do anything, so they were already standing aside. The archers of the Yan Army who were watching were shooting random arrows, and people's fear always prevailed at this time. The Qin Army prisoners of war, who were still a little worried, suddenly lost their temper and were attacked by the Yan Army's swordsmen who surrounded them. They were forced to retreat step by step until, like a flock of sheep, they were driven into those big pits, crowded with people, and crushed into pieces, causing the people below to cry out in pain, beg for mercy, and occasionally Several prisoners who broke free from the ropes and tried to escape or resist were slashed and stabbed with knives, and the sound of weapons being pierced could be heard outside the city.
The soldiers of the Qin army at the top of the city were crying bitterly and calling for relatives and friends one after another. However, no one begged Murong Chong for mercy anymore. Everyone knew that at this time, any weakness would only make the enemy more vulnerable. They become even more excited, stimulating them to commit more violence and feel proud after committing violence. Tens of thousands of pairs of hateful eyes were staring at the Yan army outside the city, almost all of which were focused on Murong Chong. If the gaze could bring fire and burn the person it looked at, Murong Chong would have been killed long ago. into ashes.
But Murong Chong still looked at the city head with a proud look on his face. This feeling that made people hate him so much that he wanted to eat meat and sleep on his skin, but he had no choice but to do anything about it, was really good. He laughed loudly and raised his hand high. , ruthlessly said: "Give me a trap!"
More than 100,000 Yan troops shouted in unison: "Trap, pit, pit!"
With their shouts, dust flew into the sky. At the edge of more than 40 large pits, the Yan army's heavy troops and other servants, who had been prepared for a long time, stepped forward with shovels and shovels, and piled these things beside the pit as quickly as possible. The soil was sprinkled on the bodies of the prisoners of war of the Qin army in the pit, and they were kicked and punched to stomp back the few Qin soldiers who tried their best to jump out of the pit. The curses in Di and Chinese reached a climax at this moment. Gradually, gradually, it subsided. Only the sound of soil falling on the human body and the sound of shoveling dust echoed in the space of more than ten miles. The setting sun was like blood, and the sky was filled with the cries of crows. It seems that even God cannot bear to look directly at this tragic atrocity, and in this way serves as the last elegy for these Qin army prisoners of war, sending them into reincarnation.
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Liu Yu looked at the more than forty pits with an expressionless face. They had been filled up now. In each pit, twenty or thirty hands could still be vaguely seen, escaping from the soil. Like sprouts bursting out of the forest, the twisted fingers can show the struggle and efforts of the owner in the last moments of his life. Thousands of Xianbei soldiers, smiling and singing, stood in these places where people had just been buried alive. On top of the big pits, people stepped and jumped back and forth to flatten the pits. Occasionally, a few hands would grab the feet of the Xianbei sergeants who were still stepping on the pits, while the surrounding sergeants would directly stab the bottom with their spears, and even Some cruel guys would chop off their hands with knives. In less than half a quarter of an hour, everything fell silent. Except for the singing and dancing of the Xianbei soldiers, there was a terrible silence inside and outside the city.
