Bin's sword is urgent, just like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, if he is immersed in kendo for a very long time, he has the same profound skills. But unfortunately, his sword was easily blocked, and then a strong force passed along the blade of the sword to his sword-holding hand, and the tiger's mouth cracked, and the long sword flew out of his hand.

The blade rested on the neck of the pale man in front of him, and the young Hu warrior had a smile on his face, "I didn't expect Mr. Zhang's sword skills to be so good, but I looked away." ”

The cold smiling face made Zhang Bin feel a trembling feeling in his heart that he had never felt before, he knew that he was going to die today, but he was a little unwilling, because he died at the hands of a madman, and he would die in vain. Just when Zhang Bin was about to say something, his legs were hot, blood gushed out, and the whole person fell to his knees.

"Mr. Zhang must think I'm a madman!" Gently wiping the blood from the blade with his fingers, the young warrior Hu looked at the scribe with his eyes full of poison at his feet, and muttered to himself.

"I remember I told Mr. Zhang that my mother was a Huns." The blade in the hand of the young Hu warrior swam on the body of the scribe on the ground, like a poisonous snake that will choose someone to devour at any time, "Her old man escaped from the Northern Han Xiongnu in Haixi, the name of the country is Han, do you know why her old man escaped?" Because her old father, my maternal ancestor was a dead soldier sent by the Great Qin to the Xiongnu to lurk, so her old man's body is Han blood. ”

"So the blood I have in my body is also the blood of the Han people." The young Hu warrior said, "After the identity of my maternal ancestor was found out by the Huns. My mother fled on the run, but her old man was in the desert. I was captured by this filthy tribe and sacrificed to their landowners, the 'he' who I had killed with my own hands. ”

"He raped my mother, and from the time I was very young, my mother told me that I was Han. Despite my filthy Hu blood, I'm still a Han. Speaking of his mother, the young warrior had a little tenderness on his face, he squatted down and looked down at the shocked middle-aged scribe, and laughed, "Mother taught me to read and write, taught me to read, and told me what etiquette, what is state, and what is righteousness. She was a great mother. ”

"But he killed my mother, and he always used my mother as a tool to vent his animal desires. Drunkenness is followed by beatings and then adultery. The young warrior Hu's face distorted, the memories of his childhood gnawing at his heart like a poisonous snake, and his voice was full of bitter resentment, "In the end, he even let his subordinates rape my mother with him." He also let me see my mother and his old family humiliated, and told me that this was their tradition. ”

"You know, my mother committed suicide several times before giving birth to me, but she didn't succeed, and then she had me, and for my sake, she endured the humiliation and raised me. But that day, that day—" The young warrior Hu became frantic in his expression. He stabbed the underground scribe in the shoulder, and he slashed violently, and he remembered the day when his mother, who had committed suicide, was finally cooked and eaten by 'him' and the nonsense, and they even forced him to eat his mother's flesh, and at this thought, his hand holding the blade slashed fiercely, with his indelible resentment.

Zhang Bin gritted his teeth tightly, but in the end, he couldn't resist the sharp pain and howled miserably.

"Since that day, having lost my mother, I have vowed that no matter what the cost, one day I will destroy this filthy tribe and completely destroy it from the world." The young warrior Hu, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at the struggling scribe on the ground and gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Do you know how much I envy the blood of the Han people in your body, but you actually betrayed Great Qin and worked for those filthy barbarians." ”

"My maternal grandfather was a soldier of the Great Qin Land, he lurked in the Xiongnu for forty years and never betrayed his country. That's why the most hated thing in my life is a traitor. The young warrior Hu jerked out his blade and brought up a flurry of bloody arrows.

"So I'm going to kill you, slash you with a knife." With a murderous smile on the young warrior's grim face, the knife in his hand once again pierced the other shoulder of the underground scribe.

"Remember, my name is Helian Bobo, and Helian is my maternal grandfather's surname." The young warrior drew his sword, looked at the scribe on the ground, and gave his name with pride in his expression.

"Give me a good time!" Zhang Bin knew what kind of bitter resentment the young man standing in front of him had towards Hu, he didn't expect to survive, but he didn't want to be tortured and die.

"A traitor is not qualified to decide his own life and death." Helian Bobo stepped on Zhang Bin's shoulder and made Zhang Bin on the ground groan in pain again, "I said I would chop you." Helian sneered, and the blade in his hand ripped open his clothes and cut them one by one.

"If you want to die, you can bite your tongue and kill yourself, but I've heard that if you are not a strong man, you can't die even if you bite your tongue, because they don't have the courage to bite the root of their tongue." Helian Bobo looked at Zhang Bin with a painful face, and said with a sneer, the knife in his hand constantly cutting his flesh and blood.

Zhang Bin died miserably in a miserable howl, he never imagined that he would die at the hands of Helian Bobo, a man who was full of resentment and determined to kill Hu, he would not be blind to death, but none of this mattered. Looking at the people on the ground who were no longer alive, Helian Bobo stopped the blade that was almost torturous.

Tearing off his clothes, Helian Bobo made another cut on his body full of scars, allowing the blood in his body to flow out, for a full fifteen years, he made a cut on his body every day, so that the filthy blood belonging to 'him' in his body flowed out, "Mother, I finally killed him, and your spirit in heaven can rest in peace." Helian Bo fell to his knees and muttered to himself reverently, until today, the filthy blood on his body was spilled clean, and then he could return to his true homeland and fight and fight for him.

Seeing the dripping blood spilling over the wine glass, Helian Bo applied medicine to himself. I put on my clothes and walked out of the tent. Looking at the corpses of those horse thieves, he sneered and looked at the subordinates he had cultivated over the years and nodded.

Ordered to reach the camp where the horse thieves were stationed, they were quickly alerted without a careful plan

Now, "Mr. Zhang didn't come back?" "The leader of the remaining camp of horse thieves listens. His face turned ugly, "Mr. Zhang is right, these Hu don't have a good heart, let everyone get on the horse, let's kill them." ”

The fire and the thieves began, and in the darkness the two sides fought in the camp, and the whole camp was engulfed in flames and shouts of killing. Helian Bobo listened to the sounds of the fighting, and his heart was indescribably happy, he had waited for this day for too long. He had lost hope for a long time, but God gave him a chance. Zhang Bin, this traitor found him and asked him to replace the man, and he finally seized this golden opportunity.

Die, the more you die, the better, and listen to the rewards of your subordinates. Helian Bobo's face became more and more hideous, but this hideous look in the bearded eyes beside him became resentment against those horse thieves who desperately resisted.

In the darkness, it was the pillar of fire that rose to the sky and the shouting of killing that shook the four fields, Li Ang and Ran Min looked at Hu Daying in the distance in their own big camp eyes, their brows furrowed, no one knew what was going on?

"Looks like they're on fire within." Li Ang suddenly said to himself, he already felt that it was a little strange for Hu and the horse thief to unite, and it could be seen from the two battles fought in the past few days. Hu and the horse thief don't trust each other, but what is the reason for their fierce fight? He couldn't figure it out.

"It doesn't matter what happened to him, the more lively they played, the better." Ran Min looked at Li Ang, who was frowning beside him, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's just asking for trouble if you think too much, let's go back to the camp and sleep and recuperate enough strength." ”

Looking at Ran Min, who turned away, Li Ang smiled noncommittally and turned back to the camp, but he still sent scouts to investigate and see what was going on.

Just when Hu and the horse thieves were desperately fighting, in the distance at night, the slaughter was going on, the dragoons who bypassed the Hu camp launched an attack on the unsuspecting Hu tribe in the evening, and the Hu tribe, which was only a few old and weak soldiers, could not resist the fierce raid launched by the dragoons, but in half an hour, the horse army and Murong Ke commanded the dragoons to annihilate the three thousand old and weak Hu soldiers who resisted, and then they sent dozens of scout teams to cruise within a radius of dozens of miles from the Hu tribe to hunt and kill those fish that slipped through the net.

Nearly 50,000 old and weak women and children were concentrated, Ma Jun and Murong Ke were in a complicated mood, although they were disgusted with this kind of slaughter, but for the sake of Daqin, they were willing to carry out this killing, for the long-term peace and stability of the desert, the necessary sacrifice was unavoidable. "For Daqin." Ma Jun looked at Murong Ke and said in a deep voice.

"For Daqin." Murong Ke responded to the Ma army, and then they looked at the dragoons standing quietly under their command, and said in a loud voice, "For the sake of Great Qin, kill all these rebels." Daqin, above all else! ”

"Da Qin, above all else!" The dragoons shouted, they told themselves in their hearts that their slaughter was just, compared to the 300 million people of Great Qin, not to mention 50,000, it was 500,000, 5 million, and they would not hesitate to wave the knife in their hands to kill them.

The massacre was carried out thoroughly, and the captured Hu Lao, weak, women and children did not have any resistance, the law of the jungle was the iron rule of survival they believed in, in the past, they went from a small tribe of a few hundred people to a large tribe of more than 10,000 people now, and it was by this kind of killing that they strengthened themselves, but today it was their turn.

Groups of Hu people were kicked down and knelt on the ground by the dragoons, and then the snowy blades fell, and as the heads rolled off, the dry land became moist, and the night wind filled the smell of blood. The old and weak women and children who watched the slaughter of their relatives wept and sang their songs, and the songs were sad, echoing in the heavens and the earth, indescribably desolate.

Listening to the song, the dragoons couldn't help but look at Ma Jun and Murong Ke, but all they saw was a statue with a face like iron and stone, and they didn't bear it at all, they always looked coldly at what was happening in front of them.

Our sword is justice, and the soldiers of the Dragoon remembered this famous sentence that Marshal Zhou Yu said to the Romans a hundred and fifty years ago. Our sword is justice, and justice is our sword. The soldiers of the Dragoon Army held their swords firmly again, and their eyes became sharper, these soldiers who were born in military and martial arts families have been instilled with great power chauvinism since they were children, and when they passed the mental barrier at the beginning of the massacre, for them, the massacre was that they were exercising the justice of Great Qin.

In this world, power is justice, and power is the blade in their hands, as long as the blade in their hands is always sharp, then Daqin will always be righteous, because the blade in their hands is power, eternal power.

The slaughter was still going on, and every dragoon soldier was convinced that he was exercising justice, and there was not the slightest discomfort in their hearts, they did not plunder, they did not commit adultery, they were just killing, killing these rebellious barbarians.

If you don't kill them today, if they are strong in the future, they will plunder the people of Great Qin and rape the women of Great Qin, they are just destroying the enemy, as soldiers of Great Qin, this is their mission.

"Back then, Bai Qikeng killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers, and the Confucian scholars said that he was brutal, but if these 400,000 Zhao soldiers did not die, the turmoil of the Warring States would continue, and there would only be more people who died because of the war, so Bai Qi's approach was right." Ma Jun, who had been silent, suddenly muttered to himself, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to Murong Ke beside him.

"What is the gain and loss of personal honor and disgrace compared to that of the country!" Murong Ke remembered what Li Ang had said to him, "A real soldier is cold-blooded, on the battlefield of the country, there is no justice and evil, only victory and defeat, the winner wins everything, including justice, and the loser loses everything and becomes evil." So, good always triumphs over evil! ”

"This is what Brother Li once told me, and I think I understand it now." Murong Ke looked at the bloody heads, his eyes calm, "As long as we are the victors, who dares to say that we are not exercising justice, only those cynics who don't understand anything will think that this is evil, but they don't understand, if there is no evil, what they have to face..."

Listening to Murong Ke's words, Ma Jun laughed, and he also thought of those cynics who always like to judge the army, they are indeed a group of stupid people who don't know anything.