The snow had stopped, but the snow on the ground had not yet melted.

The spring of the second year is coming.

A man from the Zhao army limped out of the captive camp with his hands tied.

He walked weakly, and his body was covered with scars, all of which were left by wartime.

This may be the last pride of his captive.

He was pushed by Qin Jun behind him, and his steps were even more unsteady.

Under the escort, he staggered into the valley.

But when he walked into the valley, the man froze.

In the valley, there were one pit after another, and countless Zhao army captives filled in them, tied their hands and feet.

The valley reverberated with roars, grief, and scolding.

Next to the pothole, there were countless Qin troops.

Zhao Jun's man looked at all this, his eyes were split, his eyes were round, his hands were tied to his body, and his wrists were red from the rope.

After a long time, the man lowered his head.

Behind him, Qin Jun, who was escorting him, pressed his hand on his back.

"You shall not die a good death······

The man's voice was not heavy, it was extremely suppressed, as if squeezed out of his teeth. He gritted his teeth, blood streaming from the corners of his mouth.

"Don't die a good ······"

Qin Bing was surprisingly not angry and pushed him to the side of a hole.

"I'm sorry..."

As he spoke, he pushed him down.

An old man, with his hands behind his back, stood in front of this mass grave with an indifferent expression.

Gu Nan stood behind Bai Qi, standing quietly, history will not change after all.

More than 100,000 people saw it with their own eyes before they knew how terrible this thing was.

She can't do anything, and she won't do anything.

Maybe she didn't even realize that she had changed so much. It's not that she's cold-blooded, but she's seen clearly that this chaotic world is like the end of the world, she is very powerless, and she can't change it at all.

just looked at Bai Qi, but found that in front of him, the back of this old man, who had always been upright, was lying down at this time, like an ordinary old man.

The Zhao people lying in the pit, they looked at the Qin soldiers standing outside the pit, and the hatred and anger in their eyes could almost gush out.

Bai Qi did not abide by the so-called surrender not to kill, he could not have complied from the beginning, but unfortunately Zhao Kuo believed him.

Ignoring Zhao Jun who seemed to be eating people in the pit, Bai Qi raised his hand, and this time it was full of wrinkles, it was really so weak.

"Bury."

The hand hung down heavily.

The Qin soldier who was in charge of burying the person swallowed.

They killed people on the battlefield without blinking, but their hands were trembling at this time, but they still picked up tools and began to fill the holes.

Earth and rocks rolled off the heads of the Zhao soldiers, and they struggled uselessly with their hands and feet tied.

Countless voices.

As the potholes were filled in little by little, they dissipated.

Eventually, there was a dead silence in the valley, and there was not a single sound. It's as if the hundreds of thousands of people never appeared.

"Poof." A Qin soldier knelt on the ground, facing the valley, trembling, holding his head.

"Let's go." Bai Qi said.

The order was passed down, and the people on both sides barely set up the kneeling Qin soldier, and the Qin army left the valley silently.

Gu Nan finally looked at the ground.

There was a palm there that was not all buried.

Stained with mud mixed with snow, it hung limply on the ground.

It was like trying to catch something, but after all, nothing was grasped.

Spear in hand, she turned her head.

She didn't know what she was thinking, she didn't dare to think about anything.

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At the beginning of 259 BC, the Battle of Changping ended, the Qin army killed more than 200,000 people, the Zhao army of 400,000 troops was annihilated, nearly 200,000 were captured, and Zhao Kuo was killed in the valley.

Within three days, Changping broke. The Qin army won a great victory and returned triumphantly.

On the day Gu Nan left Changping with Bai Qi, Wang Di stood at the head of the city and saw them off.

The snow has melted away, and the Dan River, which was still floating with thin ice a few days ago, is now thawing and gurgling.

Brother Hei ate a rare meal of green food and ate three bundles, which made Gu Nan think that he had raised a pig.

I don't know if Brother Hei will be able to run in the future if he eats like this.

But it didn't care about it, it was peaceful for a few months, if there was no black brother, she probably wouldn't be able to save it.

"Report!"

A person stood at the door of the main hall, spread out his sleeves, and hugged him humbly: "Fan Ju, ask to see the king." ”

"Come in."

This man named Fan Ju has a long beard and fluttering, although his face is white but wrinkled, he is not too young to think about it, wearing a black official robe, with a dignified appearance, with a convincing temperament.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Fan Ju bowed slightly and walked in.

Holding a bamboo slip in his hand.

This is the study, and the seemingly ordinary old man is dressed in a gorgeous robe.

Sitting at a low table, holding a pen and reading the short book in his hand.

"What?"

The old man didn't look up and asked lightly.

"Changping War Report."

"Huh?"

The old man raised his head and touched his eyebrows, as if he was a little tired.

His eyes were scorching, so that Fan Ju didn't dare to look up.

"Bring it up for the widow to see."

"Yes." Fan Ju handed the bamboo slip to the old man.

"Whoa."

With a soft sound, the bamboo slips were opened, and the old man looked at the documents on the bamboo slips by the candlelight on the table.

Word for word, I watched it for a long time.

"Hehehe." The old man smiled, and smiled very deeply, which should be a joy.

"The King?" Fan Ju lowered his head and asked.

"In the first battle of Changping, more than 400,000 enemies were suppressed and 200,000 were lost."

"Among them, 200,000 Zhao soldiers were taken prisoner and were killed by Bai Qi."

The old man said the frightening figures, but it was like talking and laughing.

"This is white, you really dare to do it."

Pit killing 200,000 ...

Fan Ju swallowed.

"The King." Frowning, Fan Ju bowed and said, "Wu Anjun is doing something like this, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid of what?" The old man was like Fan Ju.

"Fan Ju has a lot to say, and the king forgives his sins."

"Hmph." The old man snorted softly.

"However, the battle loss of 200,000 is too much."

The old man looked at Fan Ju lightly and asked, "Mr. Fan, look, I'm Daqin, do I want to go north this time?" ”