Inside the camp, candles were lit. In the light of the fire, Qin Ze looked at the enemy general kneeling on the ground with a solemn expression.
The man kneeling on the ground had his armor cracked, and blood was flowing out from his body. Even the ground was dyed red. He lowered his head, his eyes full of grief.
It was none other than Shan Yi, one of the eight barbarian tiger generals in the past and now the last one.
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and said:
"Shan Yi, the last time you entered Yanluo Mountain, I asked you to go back safely. I also told you that barbarians should not step into Yanluo Mountain. Do you remember?"
Shan Yi, with blood on the corner of his mouth, nodded after hearing this.
The blood-stained white hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, making this veteran in his fifties look twenty years older at this moment.
Qin Ze continued: "I know that there are tigers in the mountains, but I prefer to go to the tiger mountains."
"After this battle, you..."
Having said this, he paused for a moment before continuing: "A few years ago, in the battles I fought against your barbarians, how many people died. In the battle at Chiyang Valley alone, the total number was hundreds of thousands. People die.”
"In addition to those who died on the battlefield, countless people died indirectly behind the scenes, their families were broken up, and they were displaced."
"In this way, this hard-won period of peace was achieved. How many years has it been since now?"
As he finished speaking, he didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or some other reason. Shan Yi's body trembled slightly, and blood dripped from his face.
But the next moment, he suddenly fell to the ground.
There was a "bang" sound.
There was a loud knock on the head, and Xu Chu stood beside him holding a knife, his eyes full of caution.
Qin Ze looked indifferent and just looked at him coldly.
Shan Yi raised his bloody face and said in a trembling voice:
"Your Majesty, we lost today, I have nothing to say."
"You gave us a chance and told us not to step into Yanluo Mountain. It was because of our wild ambitions that we didn't take it seriously, and that's why the entire army was annihilated."
At this point, he was already sobbing, blood and saliva were flowing from his mouth, and his body was shaking more and more.
Xu Zhu, who was on the side, snorted coldly: "Humph, do you regret it now? It's too late!"
"Seeing that you are also a veteran. You begged me not to kill you before, but to let me take you to the Lord. I thought you could say something. Now you are thinking of sparing your life?"
Xu Zhu shook his head with contempt in his eyes.
Shan Yi ignored him, he just kowtowed a few more times and said in a trembling voice:
"Victory or defeat is a common thing for a soldier. If I die here today, I have nothing to say."
"I just want..." He raised his head, looking at Qin Ze with his cloudy eyes, and then with another "bang" sound, he knocked his head on the ground:
"I just ask the prince to raise his hand!"
"In the future, when you become the Lord of Daqian, please don't send troops against the barbarians because of today's battle. Most of the tribesmen left in the south do not take the initiative in fighting." Shan Yi put his head on the ground and cried. said.
As soon as he said this, a look of surprise appeared on Xu Zhu's face, and he looked at Qin Ze.
Qin Ze frowned and said nothing.
Shan Yi raised his head and then begged:
"This time we send troops to Beiliang, there are still many people in the clan who oppose it. It is us veterans who are ambitious and want to help the king achieve hegemony and enjoy glory and wealth in the future."
"After this battle, we militants will all die here."
"Your Majesty will dominate Daqian in the future. With your compassionate heart, please spare the people in the Southern Territory and let them live in the Southern Territory forever."
He kept kowtowing, blood splattered everywhere, and he kept begging:
"My lord, please show your respect...please..."
Xu Zhu shook his head and remained silent.
Qin Ze pinched his eyebrows and said coldly: "If I had known this, why would I do it in the first place?"
"If I didn't have these soldiers and horses in this mountain, you people, oh, I'm afraid you would have killed me here long ago."
As soon as these words came out, Shan Yi trembled, but immediately after, he said in a trembling voice:
"The winner lives, the loser dies. This is our destiny."
"I know that my current request is unreasonable. It is human nature for the prince not to agree. After all, it is us who choose to go to war."
"The prince can completely ignore the request of a loser."
"But the prince wants to be the overlord of the world from now on. I have seen too many incredible things in this mountain. I think anyone who is your enemy will not end up well."
"That's why I want to ask the prince to raise his hand."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shan Yi suddenly pulled out a dagger from his boots. Xu Zhu, who was on the side, was already on guard and immediately stepped forward to get it.
But Shan Yi put the dagger in his neck and said with tears in his eyes:
“Let’s pay for the barbarians’ fault this time with the lives of hundreds of thousands of us!”
"Your Majesty! Please raise your hand in the future!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shan Yi stabbed his neck with a knife, and blood spurted out.
Those cloudy eyes could no longer see the brightness, but at the moment of death, he heard a cold word.
"I'm not the one who likes to kill."
As the voice fell, Shan Yi's body fell to the ground, and he had fallen into a permanent sleep with relief.
Looking at Shan Yi's body, Qin Ze shook his head. Xu Zhu took him out of the tent and when he opened the curtain, a general walked in. It was Li Jing.
Seeing Qin Ze, he cupped his fists and said:
"My lord, as you ordered, I captured the man named Jin alive!"
As soon as he said this, Qin Ze's face turned cold and said, "Bring him in."
The soldiers outside the tent escorted the tied man in. Seeing him standing upright, Li Jing frowned and kicked him.
——
There was a "bang" sound.
A man and a horse fell heavily on the raised mountain hanging below.
After a few tumblings, they rolled down again. The reins were wrapped too tightly, and each person and the horse were tightly attached. Finally, after a round of tumbling, they hit a huge boulder and stopped.
And this collision has caused the stone to be covered with blood, and the black horse's limbs have been completely broken and twisted, and even the neck has been turned over.
There were several bone-deep cuts on the horse's body, and even the internal organs of the chest came out from the wound in the belly.
The rain continued to fall, blood mixed with muddy water kept flowing, and the night became darker and darker.
It wasn't until an unknown beast roared in the deep mountains that a groan followed.
"hiss--"
Wu Kui opened his eyes, and what he saw in his remaining right eye was the bloody horse corpse stuck to the stone.
Severe pain continued to pour out from his limbs and bones. His face was as pale as white paper, and a stone was embedded in his left eye, which looked weird and bloody.
The bones of his right leg were broken, and his left hand was completely twisted. The protective armor was dented, and several ribs seemed to be broken. His face was in burning pain, and it was obviously cut by stones.
Wu Kui stretched out his bloody right hand and touched Gu Hong's body.
He opened his mouth and spit out a piece of flesh and blood, which seemed to be a small piece of tongue.
A weak whimper sounded, and he opened his mouth suddenly and began to vomit violently.
But the uncontrollable retching made his body hurt even more. The tears and blood in his one eye were mixed together, making the face covered with wounds even more tragic.
After a period of retching, he lay quietly on the ground and let the rain fall.
A sob that was almost like a mosquito hum began to sound in the rainy night. The sound was blurry and only the syllables could be heard:
"Yan Luo Shan, Gu Hong... hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses."
"They are all dead, and you are also dead, Gu Hong. I killed you all, and I am still alive. This is... my retribution."
"Ho ho ho..." The blood gushing from his throat obscured his words.
After spitting out a few more mouthfuls of blood, the sobs became louder and turned into a sound of crying and laughing:
"Hahahahaha."
On this cold rainy night, after the maniacal laughter, Wu Kui's face was dull, and there was nothing in his mind.
Only when the instinctive pain came, he let out a few increasingly weak giggles.
