The city of Ji Town was destroyed and the sword was not sealed for three days.
It was said that it took three days, but in fact, in less than one day, the entire Ji Town had turned into a hell on earth. The sound of weapons cutting into flesh was mixed with the screams of dying people. The prairie warriors with blood-red eyes shuttled through the streets, searching for every possible living person.
Blood covered the ground and formed a stream.
It's not that no one has questioned He Xiqing's order. Murshu, who followed He Xiqing, once commented on this matter. After all, war is about money and food. Leaving those alive as slaves is better than just fighting. Kill them all to be stronger.
"What's more, the leaders of the Qingyang Department will also have opinions."
This is the most important reason. The Qingyang Department's participation in the Southern Expedition is not to waste the lives of the warriors in vain. Gold, silver, jewelry, fertile farmland, and even these southern slaves, this is the biggest reason why the Qingyang tribe is willing to send troops.
No one wants to fight a losing battle, and no one wants to get poorer as we fight.
But He Xiqing gave an order, and all the southerners who were supposed to be treated as trophies were killed.
"What's wrong with this?"
He Xiqing's face was calm with red eyes.
"Or do you think that after we kill all these people, the Qingyang Department still dares to come and ask for benefits from us?"
Murshu was speechless.
Looking at the pair of blood-red eyes like will-o'-the-wisps, Murshu suddenly realized that the man in front of him, who looked like a blue sky, had never thought of obeying the Qingyang Department from the beginning.
The Qingyang Department is just a springboard. This man named He Xiqing will never be inferior to others.
There were warriors who were secretly talking, saying that this bastard born from Mobei people and southerners was not worthy of a high position at all, saying that his blood was filled with the stupidity of Mobei and the cowardice of southerners.
But at this moment, Murshu clearly noticed that the man named He Xiqing clearly had the ferocity from Mobei and the cunning from the south.
As fierce as a tiger and as cunning as a fox, this is He Xiqing's way of using military force. At a time that no one expected, this man named He Xiqing simply led his headquarters and defeated the Jizhou Governor's Mansion, which was almost the same size as the Qingyang Department.
So, after the soldiers under their command have once again been baptized by blood and become more and more inhuman, can the Qingyang Department really be able to withstand it?
"It's hard to say, don't be too proud."
Just when Murshu was proud of the general he followed, the man named He Xiqing shook his head.
"The reason why this raid was successful, to put it bluntly, is because the enemy was overt and we were covert. When the entire Jizhou was unprepared, and even before the Qingyang Department could react, I led the team over and destroyed the city with one blow... If the Jizhou Governor's Mansion had been prepared, or even if Liu Yanran hadn't suffered an inexplicable decline at that time, this battle would not have ended so quickly."
"This just shows that the eldest brother has a manifest destiny."
This is not a joke, Murshu thinks so from the bottom of his heart. After all, the southerner named Liu Yanran must have been quite powerful to be placed on the border by the Nanchen court to compete with the Qingyang tribe in the north - but such a general who commanded the army was killed by He Xiqing with a single sword. .
Indeed, it can be said that Liu Yanran's condition declined due to lack of sleep, but killing is killing.
This is not destiny, what else is destiny?
"Don't believe in things like destiny. Those are lies made up by wizards to deceive the world."
Saying this, He Xiqing held the handle of the knife at his waist.
"We are warriors, Murshu. We don't need to believe in destiny. We only need to believe in ourselves and the knife in our hands."
"...brother!"
Murshu knelt down on one knee excitedly, letting He Xiqing put the unsheathed sword on his shoulder.
This is the most sincere allegiance. With the sword on your shoulder, you can cut off Mur'shu's head with just one swing - but Mur'shu doesn't care. At this moment, even if He Xiqing wants to let him Go to hell, Mulshu will not hesitate.
However, this sacred ceremony of allegiance had just begun and was interrupted by soldiers who suddenly broke in.
"Brother! Something happened!"
A prairie warrior with scarlet eyes rushed into the camp in a hurry.
"There are southerners who are killing our warriors! Fifteen of them have been killed!"
"...So you just ran here?"
He Xiqing frowned.
"Aren't they just some warrior knights from Jizhou? Why not kill them?"
"Yeah, why don't you just kill them?"
Mulshu also stood up with a serious expression.
The martial arts among the people in Jizhou are abundant, and even people on the grassland know this. However, in the eyes of these grassland generals, these civilian warriors are more like the second line of defense deliberately set aside by the Jizhou Dudu Mansion.
On weekdays, these civilian warriors can fight against plunder and protect the country and the people. But when it comes to critical times, like the current situation in Ji Town, these civilian warriors will turn into armed forces that move secretly, and will deal with them if they get the opportunity. They, the prairie warriors, killed each other painfully.
But the problem lies here.
If they were just members of the Qingyang tribe, it would make sense to come back and report when they encountered resistance. But as the soldiers under He Xiqing's command, as the Mobei Eagles watered with blood, how dare these people come back like this?
"Are you timid?"
As he spoke, Murshu's big hands were already pinching the prairie warrior's neck.
"You became a deserter?"
"No, I, not..."
The prairie warrior who was lifted up in the air gasped hard.
"I didn't become a deserter, it was that person, that person, he held Ah Xuan's ax..."
"Um?"
The Prairie Warrior in his hand fell to the ground, and Murshu was stunned.
"You mean...Axuan?"
Murshu couldn't help turning his head to look at He Xiqing.
The man who killed He Xixuan still dared to come here?
It was at this time that He Xiqing laughed.
"If it's Ah Xuan's axe, then it's normal that you can't beat it. After all, that ax has killed too many people, and what you're facing cannot be calculated using common sense."
Although he spoke calmly, He Xiqing's eyes turned blood red at some point.
"So you are right to come back this time. Only I can do this."
Sheathing the sword and returning it to its sheath, He Xiqing strode out of the tent.
The sinister posture was like a ghost crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell.
"Mur Shu, prepare my horse... Who is that? The man who took A Xuan's axe, where is he now?"
"North of town! Outside the camp!"
The prairie warrior raised his hand and pointed.
"That monster just came in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, He Xiqing had already heard the shouts of killing coming from the distance.
And the fire that soars into the sky.
