Enraged Fu had no intention of letting anyone go, and today he didn't want to see an enemy who could still stand up.

The small group of people who fled, he must have found it, but he was not in a hurry, seeing that the infantry had already gained an absolute advantage, he immediately ordered to leave a hundred cavalry to chase and kill the fleeing enemy, and he personally led the elite cavalry to chase after the fleeing Dian tribe.

In the snow, although the speed of the pursuit is greatly affected, how can the two-legged leg be a four-legged opponent.

The strong man watched the enemy gradually approaching him, and his heart was suddenly desperate, and he regretted very much, why did he have a hot head and run to the east to provoke this tribe that even the Zhuxia army had defeated.

But now it is too late to regret it, in the face of the menacing hundreds of cavalry, the warriors of the Dian tribe want to resist, but in the face of the rain of arrows.

Cavalry archery is the most skilled tactic of the cavalry of Qi State, although it is not used to shoot arrows this time, but it also makes hundreds of people of the Dian tribe suffer heavy casualties in an instant, whether it is an adult or a young child, at this moment in the eyes of the floating is the enemy.

As they got closer and closer to the enemy, the soldiers put away their bows and arrows, drew their bronze swords hanging from their waists, and the horses swept by, and a splash of blood flew away.

Seeing a famous clan being killed like an ant at will, there was not even a glimmer of hope of escaping.

The strong man despaired, regretted, hated, grieved, and finally turned into the last courage, picked up the weapon in his hand and rushed to the rushing enemy.

But in the face of the iron hooves of Daqi, a bloody courage could not save the fate of the destruction of the Dian tribe at all.

After a cold light, the strong man's head broke away from his body with unwilling resentment and rolled down on the muddy snow.

Until the moment when the strong man's head was in a different place, the army of the Qi State did not know who died under his sword.

Maybe the Qi people don't care who they are, on this day, they are demons, demons who kill like hemp.

The killing lasted for half a day, and the cries and pleadings faded away, until there was not a single living person in the wilderness except for the blood-covered Qi people.

Looking at the dead bodies all over the ground in the cold wind, his eyes were deep and he didn't know what to think again.

"General! The enemies are all dead. ”

Driftwood nodded, "Cut off their heads, pile them here!" ”

"Yes!"

The officers retreated, and soon the soldiers had blank expressions, harvesting human heads, and the heads of thousands of men, women, old and young, were piled up together, like a hill, and the frightened eyes and pale faces made people dare not take another look.

The headless corpse was discarded on the field so casually, floating like this, just to let the enemies who dared to invade the Great Qi see it, and this was the end of offending the Qi State.

The bodies of the hundred fallen soldiers had been collected, but these people had been stripped of their clothes, and if it weren't for Daqi's habit of bunching their hair, they might not be able to tell whether these people were their own robed brothers.

The bodies of some of the soldiers were mutilated, the most delicious limbs had been severed, and the missing parts had gone into someone's stomach.

In this situation, Fu felt that his killing was right, if he killed thousands more, if he could exchange the lives of these soldiers, he would definitely give the order to kill without hesitation.

After the soldier's body was carefully collected, two knights were sent back to Chang'an to report the situation to the imperial court.

Regardless of whether the court recognized his slaughter or not, he always felt that he had a clear conscience, worthy of his dead brother, worthy of the people of Daqi, and even more worthy of Yang Hao's cultivation of him.

The news was transmitted back to Chang'an, and when Yang Hao listened to the soldiers who reported the news and described what had happened in its original form, he was silent for a long time.

Regardless of gender, old or young, he slaughtered thousands of people, neither in previous lives nor in this life, he had never experienced it.

I have never seen a picture of thousands of heads piled together.

As a person's conscience, Yang Hao knew that floating was hurtful and anti-human.

But intellectually, Yang Hao felt that Fu had not done anything wrong, maybe it was too heavy to kill, but he defended the safety of Kedaqi and avenged the soldiers who died in battle.

This is very helpful in rallying the morale of the Qi army, but if he is rewarded for this, once this example of slaughter is set first, Yang Hao is worried that he will no longer be able to control such a devil.

Yang Hao has killed a lot of people, but he is unwilling to engage in massacres from the bottom of his heart, for him, no matter which tribe and clan, or those extremely barbaric savages, they are all part of Huaxia.

He could have killed some people for his own benefit, but indiscriminate killings really violated his conscience.

However, if the punishment is floated because of this, it will inevitably chill the hearts of those soldiers who fought bloodily.

Yang Hao felt a headache, he didn't know what to do to get the best of both worlds, and waved his hand tiredly to let the soldier who reported the news retreat.

"Alas! What the fuck is this! ”

Yang Hao burst into a foul mouth, left his seat, and paced in the hall irritably.

"The book of the Ministry of Punishment, the book of the Ministry of Officials!"

Half an hour later, the two bigwigs of the Criminal Department and the Ministry of Officials hurried to the palace.

"My lord, I don't know what is the important matter of calling us here in such a hurry?"

Yin asked tentatively.

Yang Hao told the story of the incident and said to the two: "You two tell me your opinion!" ”

"This..."

The two glanced at each other, a little unable to guess Yang Hao's thoughts, and did not dare to express their opinions indiscriminately for a while.

Seeing this, Yang Hao said in a deep voice: "Say whatever you think!" ”

Yin frowned, bowed and said, "King! The minister felt that General Fu's slaughter was indeed inappropriate. ”

"Oh! What does Yin Shangshu think is wrong? ”

Yang Hao asked.

"The king, the minister thinks that if no one is bewitched, the disaster people should not gather so much, and the floating general can kill some of them, and then take care of those who surrendered, interrogate, and only punish the evil, and his people, we can follow the example of those labor prisoners after the summer, and sentence them to a certain number of years in prison, so that we can slowly consume their lives in labor in a milder way, and the minister feels that this is the most beneficial to our great qi."

Yin said eloquently.

Yuan glanced at Yin in surprise, and then looked at his nose and nose and heart, like a clay sculpture.

Yang Hao did not express an opinion on Yin's opinion, but looked at Yuan.

"Yuan, as you can see, how should this matter be decided?"

Yuan bowed and said: "The minister thinks that what Yin Shangshu said is reasonable, and the minister seconded it!" ”

Yang Hao's face turned pale, obviously dissatisfied with such a perfunctory attitude.