It turned out that what the emperor wanted everyone to see was what kind of bleak scene this once prosperous Yan Kingdom was. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info once powerful and prosperous Yan State, now ravaged by the war, has become the territory of the Qin State; when the city was broken, the three hundred royal families of Yan State became lambs to be slaughtered overnight.

It is said that on the day of the destruction of the Yan Kingdom, the palace of the Yan Kingdom was full of swords and swords, blood flowed like a river, and the fire spread everywhere. The concubines, palace maids, and eunuchs who hanged themselves, threw themselves into the lake, killed themselves, and drank poison in the palace are innumerable. The palace maids who did not have time to commit suicide or escape were captured and brought back to the Qin State to serve as soldiers.

The fire in the palace of Yan Kingdom burned for three days and three nights. After the fire was extinguished, there were ruins and broken tiles, dead bodies and dead trees, and the originally rich and prosperous palace became a desolate appearance full of holes.

Legend has it that half a month later, after dusk, all kinds of whimpering and mournful sounds can be faintly heard in the dilapidated palace, which makes people tremble. Those who survived the massacre were royal relatives who were far from the palace. However, even in the harem, there were still some concubines and eunuchs who hid in that massacre and thus escaped the catastrophe.

However, these royal nobles, concubines of the deep palace and hundreds of civil and military officials, as well as tens of thousands of Yan people, were forced to move to Chang'an, the capital of the Qin State. The emperor of the Qin State wanted them, the Yan people, to be active under their noses all the time, and wanted them to be servants and slaves under the hands of the Qin people all their lives, serving them.

In the square, an extremely brutal battle is going on. Han Yujue sat in the high stands and smelled the smell of blood coming from the air. He hugged Han Moyu and asked softly, "Are you afraid?" and Han Moyu was staring at the square tightly.

Han Yujue smiled slightly, is this child not afraid at all? He thought, staring at Han Moyu, who was looking intently and distractedly. He didn't like such a duel, not at all. A soldier must have the dignity of a soldier and the way to die a soldier.

Han Yujue has never insulted/abused/treated prisoners of war. Even on the battlefield. Whenever he fights with an enemy general, he will quickly and accurately pierce the opponent's life, and his heart will also produce a weak sense of pity. However, on the battlefield, there is no need for mercy, and it is so cruel that there are only two choices: you die or I live.

Therefore, when Han Yujue fought fiercely with the enemy, he never relented. But he often has a wish, that is: if the other party is not good, he will try to give the other party a good time.

He often hoped that if one day he was defeated at the hands of someone else, he hoped to get the same pleasure. Therefore, on the battlefield, what the soldiers only saw was Han Yujue, the god of war with sharp eyes, iron face, and murderous people. However, even if he lived a bloody life every day, Han Yujue did not feel such a violent pathos and pity in his heart as he did today.

He didn't like such bloody fighting games, not at all. Therefore, since he went to the stands, he has not seen his eyebrows stretched. He didn't want anyone to see such a brutal struggle, especially his beloved son, Han Moyu.

And at this moment, Han Moyu didn't notice his father's mind at all. She was pale, like everyone else, staring at what was happening in the square. At this moment, with the piercing of the dagger and the splash of blood, the last foreign prisoner of war fell, and only four exhausted and scarred Yan prisoners of war were left on the field.

And Murong Huang, the prince of Yan Kingdom, on the stage, was dressed in a flaming red dress, still singing a lonely and sad song, the song was vast and desolate, spreading in the air full of fishy smells, all the way to the sky......

Han Mo looked at this bloody battle blankly, the sad and vast singing made this battle extremely solemn, and at the same time made people's hearts overflow with unstoppable sadness, and that kind of sadness, like ripples in the lake, rippled layer by layer. Han Moyu only felt a sharp pain in his chest, panting and unable to speak.

In the square, four prisoners of war from the Yan Kingdom were panting and bleeding, staring at each other fiercely. However, after a long time, they were all still standing in place, and none of them moved. The song still lingers over this bloody square, empty and lonely. Time seemed to freeze. And the people in the stands gradually became agitated.

The emperor turned his head and asked the eunuch beside him, "What's the matter? Why did you stop?" The eunuch broke out in a cold sweat and said to the emperor, "Please don't worry, the Holy Lord, I am afraid that they are tired and are resting for the time being, waiting for the best time to attack." I'm going to go to the trainer and ask for clarification. ”

However, just as the eunuch was about to ask the tamer, a prisoner of war in the square angrily threw his dagger on the ground. Seeing this, the other prisoners of war looked at each other, and they all lost their weapons, and stood together with each other's arms, looking up at the emperor in the stands angrily. The guards around the field quickly gathered around and blocked the front of the stands.

People rose from the stands in horror. The emperor's face changed, he frowned, and waved his hand, and the commander of the guards, who had been standing by for a long time, gave an order, and the guards who were straining around the square fired their arrows, and the four prisoners of war standing in the center of the square held each other's hands and fell down, blood staining the ground red.

Han Moyu looked at the prisoners of war who were tied into hedgehogs and fell together, his brain suddenly became hollow, and tears poured out. Han Yujue hurriedly covered Han Moyu's mouth tightly, stood behind her, hugged her body, and comforted softly: "Don't cry, don't be afraid, it's okay, dad is here ......"

Han Changyu turned his head, glared at Han Moyu with red eyes, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry! Do you want our whole family to die without a place to bury?!"

Han Moyu sobbed twice, and quickly forcibly stopped. She only felt a terrible pain in her chest, unable to breathe, and almost fainted to the ground.

The clear and beautiful singing that had been echoing around the square also came to an abrupt end. Han Moyu looked at Getai, standing on a high place, Murong Huang, the prince of Yan Kingdom, was looking down at the square at this moment, the wind was blowing his fiery red clothes violently, and the clothes fluttered in the wind, like a battle flag stained red by blood, hunting in the wind.

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he shook twice, falling down with a thud. The moment he fell, Han Moyu saw his long dark brown hair fluttering in the wind, which was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, shimmering with a little golden brilliance.