Open QQ today,,Genocide,It's a bad mood.,So there's only one chapter today.,This chapter will vent your grievances!

The black clouds flashed dazzling light from time to time, the tall grass was crushed to the ground by the blowing wind, the deafening thunder sounded, the heavy rain poured down, only the wind and thunder were left between the heaven and the earth, and when he walked out of the handsome tent, Li Ang looked at the rain curtain like a waterfall, and turned to look at Chen Baxian and Li Cunzhi behind him, "How are you prepared?" In a flash of lightning, his eyes were so cold that they didn't look like they belonged to humans.

"Everything is ready." In the rain, Li Cunzhi and Chen Baxian's voices were low, and the two looked at the figures in front of them through the rain curtain, and replied in a deep voice in the rain, their eyes flashing with madness, for them what they want to do is for the sake of righteousness.

"Go ahead!" Leon turned. "Whoa!" Chen Baxian and Li Cunzhi let out a low snort, and walked into the heavy rain behind them without looking back, where four hundred broken guards and a thousand of Chen Baxian's subordinates were waiting for them, who were going to fulfill the oath they had once made under the military flag, to protect the country with their own swords, and to trample those hypocritical morals under their feet, even if they were considered executioners.

Looking at the army that disappeared into the rain curtain, Huang Yuan looked at the black cavalry generals behind him, he knew that although these people agreed with Li Ang to kill those Tibetan prisoners of war, they thought in their hearts that they were too cruel and violated the glory of the soldiers. "What a bunch of people who don't understand anything!" Whispering to himself, Huang Yuan walked to the military tent behind him, so that the officers of the Black Cavalry involuntarily made a way, yesterday they were still chanting the name of Li Ang's 'God of War', but today they have distanced themselves from Li Ang, after all, a murderous commander makes them feel uneasy.

In the dark. The 20,000 Tibetan captives who surrendered were huddled in their tents, all of them pale, and they all took their defeat for granted, after all, their enemies were from the legendary powerful empire in the east. It's not a shame to lose to them. The captives were not all those who thought this way, but those people were long dead, and their corpses became food for wolves in the wild.

The tent was suddenly opened, and more than a dozen soldiers from Daqin walked in with large barrels, and soon a smell of wine spread, "Tell them that this is a reward given to them by Lord Marshal because he was afraid that they would freeze to death." The sergeant at the head said to the interpreter who was accompanying him.

After listening to what the interpreter said, the more than 200 captives in the tent cheered in unison. In their impression, as a vanquished, all they get is endless hard work, whipping and even torture. They had never seen a conqueror give his captives wine for fear of freezing to death.

Soon ten large barrels were laid out in a row, and under the sabers of the chief officer, the Tibetan prisoners of war honestly lined up, one by one to receive their own wine. And he sat on the ground and drank greedily, to drive away the chill brought by the rain.

After distributing the wine, the soldiers of Daqin did not leave, they just watched as the Tibetan prisoners of war drank the wine one by one, and continued to wait. The interpreter who was traveling with him looked at the soldier beside him who had no intention of moving, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled. But this time. Under the inside of the wine ground aconitum worked. Some of those Tibetan prisoners of war were already lying on the ground with their bellies covered, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

"Poison!" The interpreter looked at the Tibetan prisoners of war who suddenly stirred up. looked at the soldiers beside him in shock, only to see the sergeant at the leader sneering at him and pressing his shoulder, "Don't worry, it's just a light aconite, at most it makes them nauseous and uncomfortable, and they are weak." With that, the sergeant drew his horizontal knife from his waist, let go of the interpreter, and walked with the soldiers behind him into the prisoners of war, who had no power to resist.

"Kill not one of them, kill them all." The sergeant stabbed a Tibetan prisoner of war in the throat at his feet, and after neatly killing him, he said coldly. "Whoa!" In a loud reply, those Great Qin's soldiers began a ruthless slaughter.

The interpreter looked at the bloody scene in front of him with a pale face, and couldn't help but vomit, as an interpreter, he was not a soldier of the Great Qin Legion, but was sent by the local government in Yizhou, for ordinary people who grew up listening to war legends, such a thing was unacceptable to them, but he was powerless to stop all this.

Finally, the bitter bitter curses of the Tibetan prisoners of war finally fell silent, and at this time there was not a single living Tubo in the camp, and after wiping away the sticky blood stains on the knife, the soldiers of Daqin put the knife into the sheath and walked to the side of the interpreter. "Go to the next tent." Looking at the interpreter with a dead white face and a little weak footsteps, the sergeant who was the leader frowned and said in a deep voice.

"No, no, I'm not helping you kill people." Hearing the sergeant's calm and stern voice, the interpreter shouted and tried to run away from the executioner-like soldiers around him, but he did not escape, and he was grabbed by the collar by the sergeant at the head and dragged in front of him.

"If you try to escape, I'll kill you." There was a hint of anger in the sergeant's voice, he hated the disgust in the eyes of the interpreter, these stupid people would always sympathize with the life and death of others, but they did not expect that those Tubo people would not die, and one day they would step into the land of Great Qin, kill their relatives, and insult their wives and daughters, their hypocritical morality is only really disgusting.

"You can't kill me." The interpreter shouted, but the sergeant holding him looked at him with a cold look, "If you don't obey the military order, I can kill you, and then I will mourn your family in the name of dying in battle, and they will be proud of you." ”

"Now I'll count to five, and if you don't obey the military orders, you'll die." The sergeant began to count, but only by the time he had reached two, the interpreter who had come back to his senses had already shouted, "I listen to you, I listen to you." For him, it was not enough to let himself die senselessly for the sake of those Tibetan people, sympathy and disgust, it was just a personal hypocritical sense of morality, and in the end, under the threat of death, he still made a self-interested choice.

Releasing the interpreter, the sergeant straightened his clothes and said, "Listen, it wasn't our intention to kill them, but we don't have the men to take care of these prisoners of war. We can't march with these prisoners of war unless we let them go, but we're fighting, you know

The storytelling you listen to is the real war. ”

Listening to the sergeant's deep voice, the interpreter nodded involuntarily. At least he found a reason to convince himself that the massacre wasn't wrong, and that it would make his heart feel better. He made up his mind and said to the sergeant, "I, I see." ”

"Let's go!" Glancing at the interpreter, whose face had recovered a little, the sergeant nodded, and led his soldiers to the next tent outside the rain curtain.

The sound of the rain drowned out the cursing of the Tibetan prisoners of war in the tents one after another, and for a whole afternoon, the soldiers under the command of Li Cunzhi and Chen Baxian slaughtered the prisoners of war. It was not until nightfall that all 20,000 Tibetan prisoners of war were killed, and none remained.

Inside the bright handsome tent. Li Cunxiao stood behind Li Ang, although he couldn't bear it in his heart, but he understood that his father-in-law's actions were not wrong, and the slaughter of prisoners of war was indeed an unrighteous act in the eyes of ordinary people. But for them now, the 20,000 trained Tibetan soldiers had to die, they had no manpower to take care of them, and at the same time, they also needed the food and grass of the Tubo people to replenish them, in other words, they could not afford to raise prisoners of war. As for driving these Tibetans to fight for them. They are not the ones who have lost their brains in reading.

Finally, all the officers arrived. Li Ang looked at the people who were seated, and then spoke quietly. "Those Tibetan prisoners, I have ordered them to be disposed of." His voice was not loud, but every officer present could hear it clearly, in fact, this matter had long been expected by them, but at this time, listening to the commander say it himself, his heart was still shocked, after all, Bai Qi is not something that everyone can do, and that kind of courage and murderous intent is not something that any person can easily have.

"On such a rainy day, the corpse is easy to decompose, so you will allocate manpower to bury it as soon as possible." At this point, Leon paused, and he looked around at the people in the tent, "I know that many of you think that I am too cruel and ruthless, but I want to tell you, this is war, war is cruel and ruthless, you can use your sense of morality to look at me after the battle and victory, it doesn't matter if I am a butcher or an executioner, but for now, as long as you obey my orders, I want to be a soldier who can fight, not a group of cowards like those Confucian scholars who can only shout slogans." ”

Listening to Li Angdi's words, those officers and staff officers didn't feel good in their hearts, Chang'an's suppression of the Imperial Dao faction, they also knew some rumors, and the person behind the scenes was the boss in front of them, but what they didn't expect was that this boss was so ruthless and decisive when he killed people on the battlefield, without the slightest hesitation.

"If you understand, step aside!" Looking at the silent officers and staff officers, Li Ang said coldly. Looking at his father-in-law who spoke coldly to those Black Cavalry officers, Li Cunxiao felt as if his father-in-law was doing this on purpose, in order to keep these officers and staff officers at a distance from him.

"If you want to ask, just ask?" After those officers and staff officers left, Li Ang looked at Li Cunxiao, who wanted to speak several times, and when he heard him say this, Li Cunxiao hesitated slightly, and then asked his own question, "Father-in-law, you don't seem to like those soldiers calling you the god of war, and you don't like those officers and staff officers to get too close to you, the tone just now is more like some deliberate to make them hate you, I don't understand why?" ”

"Do you know that Huo Bi Yao of the old Han Dynasty is Huo Quai?" Li Ang looked at his righteous son, "Although Huo Biyao was the leading general in the old Han Dynasty Emperor Wu and had the most outstanding military achievements, he was known for his mistreatment of soldiers, do you know why?" ”

Listening to Li Ang's words, Li Cunxiao lowered his head and pondered, thinking about the key to it, he suddenly thought of the truth of damaging his name and using the heart of Emperor An. Looking at Li Cunxiao's face that seemed to understand, Li Ang stood up from the handsome chair and walked to the frame where his armor was placed, his thoughts were a little long: How many generals have died in the past and present, and how many gods of war have shed blood in their homeland? Of course, people can say that history chose the path that made him die early, but in the face of the battle in the palace, Huo Qubing really didn't understand? But in fact, Huo Qubing was precisely because he knew too well the fate of the generals, and it was precisely because he knew too well the fate of the god of war that he chose the path of self-protection that he would rather let the soldiers starve.

Imagine, at that time, Wei Qingguan worshiped Da Sima, held heavy troops, and he was a general with military power, with the suspicion and suspicion of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, could he be safe? Yes, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty cherished his talents and took Huo Qu sick very seriously, but in front of the throne, everything else seemed so pale and weak. Huo Quai's illness is difficult, Li Guang can win the hearts of the army, but Huo Quai's illness cannot! Because Li Guang's status is vastly different from him, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty will not care, and if Huo Quzhi wants to be like Li Guang, the people have the will and the military heart, then he will lose the support of his own march into the battlefield, and then his ideal of destroying the Xiongnu will not be realized! An illusion can deceive the world, deceive the emperor, and achieve his ideals, so Huo Qubing doesn't care, as long as he can eliminate the Huns, he doesn't care about anything.

This is Huo Qubing in Li Ang's heart, the second general in his heart in addition to Bai Qi, he is now the same as Huo Quai, it is Cao Anmin and Daqin's high-ranking families who can support him to complete his ideals, he doesn't want them to misunderstand that he wants to seize the military power of the Black Cavalry, what he wants to do is to make Cao Anmin support him without scruples, so he will do that.

"If I do this, I think the people of the Dragon Tooth Society will report all this to Chang'an as it is, so that I can also make those who are jealous of us a little more at ease." Li Ang turned around and patted Li Cunxiao on the shoulder, "You still have a lot to learn!" ”

"Father-in-law." Looking at the somewhat tired look on Li Ang's face, Li Cunxiao didn't know what to say, he knew at this time that his father-in-law had to deal with some invisible things in addition to thinking about fighting every battle, and he could only stand by stupidly, unable to help his father-in-law with anything, thinking of this, Li Cunxiao felt for the first time that he was actually so useless, he hated himself like this.

"Go to sleep!" Li Ang glanced at the self-blame in Li Cunxiao's eyes and shook his head. You are still young, and you will always be able to help your stepfather in the future. ”