As soon as these words came out, all the Qin soldiers in the city changed their faces, and many people began to cry bitterly and shouted loudly, because among the many captives outside the city, many of them were relatives and friends of these soldiers defending the city, and even before the attack, Liu Yu also saw many people say goodbye to each other and take care of each other, but at that time, everyone had the belief that they would win, and they could not imagine that in just one day, almost yin and yang would be separated forever, and what was even more tragic was that these soldiers who defended the city were about to see the tragedy of their relatives and friends being slaughtered.

Murong Yong's face changed slightly, and he whispered to Murong Chong: "Your Highness, isn't it appropriate to kill these Qin troops now?" We promised Liu Yu not to slaughter the people of Chang'an City, and after today's victory, Chang'an has become a bag, so slaughtering prisoners of war can be done quickly, but it will lose people's hearts. ”

A trace of coldness flashed on Murong Chong's face, and his eyes shot a vicious light: "People's hearts? What is the human heart? Isn't it the fear of the strong and the abandonment of the weak? Today, I am not trying to vent my personal anger, but to send a message to the people in the city, that is, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish! ”

Liu Yu's voice sounded loudly in the city: "Murong Chong, if you win, you will win, what kind of hero is it to commit this massacre to these unarmed prisoners of war?" ”

Murong Chong laughed, looking at Liu Yu's eyes, full of provocation: "You are a hero, so come to save these people now?" Liu Yu, I didn't promise you not to bloody Chang'an City, let alone that you would treat these prisoners of war well, could it be that I still have to let them go back to the city and let them pick up and fight us again? ”

Liu Yu's eyes flashed with anger: "Prisoners of war are also living beings, they do not pose a threat to you, if you win in the future, they will also become your people, and even fight for you." Since ancient times, killing and surrendering is ominous, don't blame me for not reminding you, you will be punished by God if you do such perverse behavior! ”

Fu Jian's teeth were gritted, his eyes were blood-red, he stared at Murong Chong, almost spurting blood, he said loudly: "Murong Chong, what are you coming at me, why do you want to slaughter innocent prisoners?" If you really want to seek revenge against me, I can go out of the city right now and duel you one-on-one!" ”

Quan Yi and the others hurriedly knelt down and persuaded: "Heavenly King, don't be provoked by this thief." ”

Murong Chong sneered: "You have millions of soldiers, and when you want to throw a whip and cut off the flow, why don't you go to a one-on-one duel with the emperor of the Jin Dynasty?" Now that you are trapped in this lonely city, the only iron cavalry that can fight in the field has been completely annihilated by me, and even your subordinates have lost confidence in you and abandoned you and fled, at this time you still want to fight with me alone to decide the victory? Don't think I don't know your calculations, you just think that the odds of winning a heads-up with me now are better than a war, Fu Jian, it's okay to deceive others with your hypocrisy, but it's a pity that it's useless to me! ”

Speaking of this, he turned his head and said sharply to the few generals behind Murong Yong: "What are you still stunned about, Ben Shuai said that he killed all the prisoners of the Qin army, should he be the wind in his ears?" ”

Gao Gai and other Qin generals glanced at each other, turned their heads and galloped to their respective armies, suddenly, their troops began to disperse, behind their formation, they had already dug more than forty large pits with a radius of more than ten zhang, and the wolf-like Xianbei sergeants of Xiyan, armed with knives and lances, rushed over to those Qin army prisoners who were surrounded in a ball, tied their hands and strung together.

Many of the Qin army captives also realized what was going to happen, and several officer-like people struggled to get up, wanting to call for the last resistance of their companions around them, but they often didn't have time to do anything, so they shot random arrows at the Yan army archers who had been monitoring on the side, and people's fear always prevailed at this time, and the Qin army prisoners of war, who were still a little angry, suddenly lost their temper, and were forced by the Yan army sabers and lances that surrounded them, and retreated step by step, until they were driven into those big pits like sheep, and people were crowded, The cries of pain and begging for mercy from those crushed below, and the occasional captives breaking free from their ropes to escape or resist, were stabbed with knives and weapons entering their bodies, all over the city.

The soldiers of the Qin army at the head of the city, one by one, wept bitterly, calling relatives and friends, one after another, but no one begged Murong Chong for mercy anymore, everyone knew that at this time, any weakness only made the enemy more excited, and inspired them to commit more atrocities and be proud after the violence. Tens of thousands of pairs of hateful eyes, staring at the Yan army outside the city, almost all of them were concentrated on Murong Chong alone, if the gaze could bring fire and burn the people who were watching, Murong Chong would have turned into ashes at this time.

But Murong Chong still looked at the city head with a smug face, this kind of feeling that people hated so much that they wanted to eat meat and bedding, but they were helpless, it was really good, he laughed, raised his hand high, and slammed everything down: "Give me a pit!" ”

More than 100,000 Yan soldiers shouted in unison: "Pit, pit, pit!" ”

With the sound of their shouts, the dust was flying, and on the side of more than 40 big pits, the servants such as the heavy soldiers of the Yan Army, who had been prepared for a long time, stepped forward to wave their shovels and shovels, and scattered the dirt piled on the edge of the pit to the Qin prisoners of war in the pit as quickly as possible, and by the way, punched and kicked, and stepped back on a few Qin soldiers who tried their best to jump out of the pit, and the cursing in 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 dirt and dust, In this space of more than ten miles, the remnant sun is like blood, and the sky is full of the chirping of crows, it seems that even the heavens can't bear to look directly at this tragic atrocity, in this way as the last elegy for these Qin prisoners of war, send them into reincarnation.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Liu Yu looked at the more than forty pits just now with an expressionless face, which had been filled in at this time, and in each pit, twenty or thirty hands could still be vaguely seen, escaping from the soil, like sprouts breaking through the soil in the forest, twisted fingers, which could show the master's struggle and efforts at the last moment of his life, thousands of Xianbei sergeants, laughing, singing, on top of these big pits that had just buried people alive, trampling and jumping back and forth, finally flattening these pits, occasionally, A few hands will grab the feet of these Xianbei soldiers who are still stepping on the pit, and the surrounding soldiers will directly stab the lower with their lances, and even some cruel guys will draw knives and chop off their hands alive, and in less than half an hour, everything will fall silent, except for the songs and dances of those Xianbei soldiers, inside and outside the city, into a terrible silence.