The bronze lord held high in the sky, all the voices in the imperial city quieted down, and the king of Jin on the high platform slowly opened his mouth.

“…… There is no one in this world who is long lived, but you wait for words of congratulations. Like a lonely horse thief, the people who survived the fighting, are accustomed to countless lives and deaths, there are old people, women and children, and more are young and strong men, the Luoyang City in the west, the lonely person was there that day, watching the Xiliang army burn and loot, many people died......."

He stood in front of the long case, his whole tall body blended into this golden sunshine, under the high Yuxiu platform, and even in the distance, a large number of generals in the Chinese Wu, Beidi, and Central Plains quietly looked over at this time, and in the crowd, Guo Feng, the former general of Xiliang, closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly.

“.…… Since the Yellow Turban, the thirteen states of the world have been full of smoke, and how many people and soldiers have died in this land that gave birth to us? In the past ten years, Lone has come all the way, surrendering foreign tribes, crusading against Yuan Shao, and stabilizing the entire north, in order to let you and I have the same origin of Han people, no matter whether you are noble or low, you will shed a little less blood. The wind blew across the platform, taking away the muffled sound, but it seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

"To launch the western expedition and use the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers is to hope that the whole country can have one heart to save this Kyushu that is on the verge of being broken, and in the west, we have been fighting to the Mediterranean, which is a place that many of you will never see in your life, but you can see it alone! We have plundered the most precious culture of the whole West, and the treasured books there are that you will never see in your lifetime, and they are now in your lonely hands, and we bring back the best things to you, just hoping that you will look out and not just on your toes! ”

Zhuyu shook slightly, and Gongsun Zhi smiled at them self-deprecatingly, and the wine in his hand splashed slightly: "........ But when we came back, what we saw was the smoke that continued to burn, and what we saw was still cannibalism...... Patches of barren countryside and dilapidated villages......." his voice gradually lowered, and he glanced down at the bronze jue.

In the school field, a knife soldier came out of its sheath, reflecting the cold, and the northland soldiers walked to the kneeling crowd and stood behind them.

“…… But Lonely, this cup of wine should not be drunk for the king of Jin! On the high platform, he spoke again to all the people of the Imperial City, tilting the bronze jue held high in his hand, "It is time to sacrifice those who have dedicated their lives to this land—"

The wine poured slowly.

"Sacrifice to the brothers who are lonely and have the same brothers, Dongfang wins!"

……

In the school field, the soldiers in black armor raised their feet to press down the families of the first row of prisoners, and the crowd probably knew what was going to happen, and the figures were close together, and the women and children cried miserably in the middle, and some wanted to get up, but were pressed down by the overseer. As the voice of words faintly heard from the high platform in the distance, the executioners raised their blades above the heads of the pleading men, and then fell in unison.

Twenty heads fell to the ground and rolled.

……

The bronze lord was full, and Gongsun Zhi raised his arm.

"This jue wine, sacrifice Zhang Yang who guarded the five plains and fought to the death!"

The wine is poured.

……

A heart-rending cry sounded, and a bound woman rubbed on the ground, staring at her eyes, tears kept flowing down, looking at a small headless corpse on the ground, it was her son, her mouth was so wide that she couldn't make a sound of grief, and then a Beidi soldier came over and slashed directly at her neck, the cold edge chopped open the flesh and bones, and the head bounced out with a bloody arrow.

On the high platform, an official climbed out of his seat, "The king...... The king.....Don't kill it again......"

…….

Yuxiutai, the third jue wine slowly fell.

"This jue wine, should be sacrificed to Guo Jia, Guo Fengxiao!"

……

The killing in the distance continued, the heads of the third row had been cut off, and the faces of the court's civil and military officers sitting here turned pale, although they were far away, but the red and dazzling colors could still be seen, and the envoys of various countries were even more frightened and trembled, because they couldn't understand the words, and they didn't know what the high wolf king was going to do, so he quickly pouted his buttocks and put his head against the cold floor tiles and didn't dare to lift it.

……

"This lonely wine, to sacrifice the tens of thousands of soldiers and heroes who died on the way, on the battlefield, in hunger and illness in the past seven years of the Western Expedition, and fought bravely for the peace of our Han Dynasty, and also sacrificed this piece of heaven and earth, gods and ghosts ......."

Gongsun Zhi's voice resounded through the sky, and the bronze jue in his hand fell down again, and then roared out: "....... Sacrifice to...... Prime Minister Cao Cheng, who worked hard for the Central Plains——"

Below him, Cheng Yu, who closed his eyes, opened his eyes, remembered the old master, raised his wide sleeves and wiped his reddish eyes, Liu Ye fell silent, and in the school field behind, Cao Hong, Cao Chun, Xiahou Xuan, Xiahou Yuan, Yu Ban, Li Dian, Le Jin and a number of other Cao family relatives arched their hands towards the sky.

The bloody breath wafted over.

"And the people over there, why don't you intercede?"

Gongsun Zhi's voice was heavy, and he roared again, and suddenly threw his arm, and the bronze jue flew high, threw it off the Yuxiu platform, and landed at the feet of the official who had just interceded, and rolled with a clang.

"Captain Chen Wei—"

"Song Yuan, the son of Song Zhong, a famous man in Jingzhou——"

"Zhang Quan, the son of the Broken Qiang General Zhang Xiu——"

"Liu Hui, the squire of the Yellow Gate, and his brother Liu Wei—"

"And Pei Ren Wei sarcasm!"

"A man who is in charge of the palace guards and guards and fornicates with outsiders to attack the imperial city is an unforgivable crime! Some of the Sons of Religion have no way to participate in the rebellion...... Do you think that I will be appeased like Prime Minister Cao Cheng and will not implicate my family? Gongsun Zhi raised his hand and pointed to the red-dyed school yard over there, and laughed: "...... Soon, you will miss the time when the prime minister is still there, Lone will never be soft-hearted, and he will never let people be reckless in front of him! ”

Soon after the words fell, dozens of carts came in and pulled away the corpses on the ground, and a Beidi soldier rushed to the bottom of the high platform on horseback, and said loudly: "Returning to the king, there are a total of 170 families of the five criminal officials, all of them have been executed, and the inspection is correct!" ”

Gongsun Zhi nodded, waved his hand to let him leave, and continued to stand there with his negative hand, staring at the sky clouds floating in front of him, and narrowed his eyes: "Your Majesty, do you think Gu did the right thing?" ”

"Do ...... King Jin...... Do it right......" Liu Xie's clothes were full of cold sweat, looking at the rough and fierce silhouette, he nodded with a pale face.

"That's right!"

Gongsun Zhi said softly. When his eyes gradually fell on the school field, the voice sounded at the same time: "Killing this group of people is just to tell you that Lone is different from the prime minister, and he will not be killed." Now there will be no more war between the north and the Central Plains, but the world is not peaceful, and there are Liu Bei and Sun Quan entrenched in the land of the river, they occupy a rich place, and they also have soldiers who are good at fighting, and there is a barrier like the Yangtze River. ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The sky was blazing, and the sound of shouts erupted neatly from the sea of thousands of soldiers, rushing into the sky. The banner was unfurled, and the King of Jin on the high platform slowly pulled out the Heavenly Sword, raised it above his head in the light of the sky, and his voice was majestic: "Reward the three armies on the next day-" The sword blade crossed a trajectory in the sunlight, stood in front of him, and trembled softly.

"—Then, three ways together!"

In the roaring sound, the big one swayed in the wind.