Through countless wounded and dead soldiers, Arislan finally came to the end of the post road, and once again came to the man he hated to the bone.

"Who the hell are you? You demon, kill a brother like me with magic, you will be cursed, you are a devil! ”

The voice squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing the helplessness, despair, and resentment in Arislan's heart, and the ambition and pride when he came, was ruthlessly shattered by the man in front of him, threw him to the ground and stepped on one foot.

"yes, it looks like you're a little scared of me, it looks like I'm doing the right thing! You can live a little longer, let you see a little more cruel, I hope to scare you back to the grassland, so that the land of our Central Plains will be spared the scourge of sword soldiers. ”

Zhao Tianyou waved his hand at the five hundred cavalry behind him, and Lu Xian, who was already holding back, led his subordinates and rushed out with a roar. has been fighting against the Yuan soldiers for so many years, and he has always been passively beaten, and he was ruthlessly chased and slaughtered by the Yuan soldiers. Under General Zhao's arrangement, why did the Yuan soldiers who came today look like paper paste, and in the blink of an eye, they were overturned on their backs and collapsed, wasn't it a group of troops?

This is not going to work, I have to cut a knife to try, all the cavalry have the same idea, if they all surrender, they will not get a head. Maybe they slaughtered too many Song people, and they couldn't let go of the knife in their hands, and they wouldn't believe that surrender would have a good result, these Yuan soldiers didn't look at the injuries, the knives in their hands were still held very tightly, and their eyes still flashed with fierce light.

Zhao Tianyou watched quietly, if these Song troops could not be stimulated by the power of the beast hidden in their hearts in such a situation, then this team would be helpless, and it might be better to disband directly. But it didn't disappoint him, as soon as the five hundred cavalry's long-suppressed killing heart was released, the momentum became more powerful, and the newly equipped Tang knife was waved from the horse, and a single knife could split the still stubborn Yuan soldiers into two pieces.

"Don't kill those who kneel!"

"Kneel, kneel and don't kill!"

"Damn, get down on my knees!"

If you kneel on the spot and beg for mercy, the Song army really won't kill the prisoners, which is what Zhao Tianyou emphasized just now. When a warrior kneels on the ground and surrenders his weapon and begs for his life, he is no longer a warrior, he will not be a threat to you, and if he does not kill, he will be forced to do hard labor. However, Zhao Tianyou smiled and reminded them, I believe that you all have a way, let the kneeling person continue to stand up, as long as he picks up the knife, you must cut off his head.

All the way to the sword, sword and shadow, bloody wind and rain, five hundred cavalry advanced step by step, and there were really five bodies to pray for life, so they were tied together and tied into a string. Any little mercy for the enemy can bring endless harm to oneself, this is not a joke, nor is it a school to preach humanism, this is a battlefield as realistic as a red fruit.

Since you go to the battlefield, there are only two results, being killed by the enemy or killing the enemy, because you have the same purpose, and you are already destined for these two results from the time you set out. In every Yuan soldier, there is more than one Song person's life, and now the Song people are killing them in turn, which is a matter of course.

But Arislan couldn't stand it, and his heart was as painful as a knife, because he was born as a big soldier, and his relationship with his soldiers was as close as a brother. Watching them die one by one, their heads falling into the dust, and spilling their blood on this strange land, his heart was even more desolate.

"You are devils, you are all devils, you are devils from hell, you will be cursed by the Immortal Heaven......" Ah Rislan is now very reluctant to go up and kill Zhao Tianyou with a knife, but he knows that he does not have the ability, but he is unwilling or does not have the courage to kill himself with a knife, so he can only express his feelings in words.

Zhao Tianyou glanced at him, snorted coldly, and continued to order: "Sharpen the wooden stick and stick it on the ground, insert all the heads on it and display it well, so that the Yuan soldiers who will be killed later can take a good look at it, and what will happen if you take one more step to the south." ”

"You can't do that, you can't kill our warriors, you can't humiliate their corpses!" Arislan bit his lip angrily, and roared at Zhao Tianyou while spurting blood all over his mouth.

"Hmph, your warriors should all die in bed, surrounded by their children, and they will die in their seventies and eighties. They all have parents, wives and children, brothers and sisters, but why did they come here? With swords and horses on horseback and your bows and arrows, you came from the distant steppe to the southernmost tip of China, how many people did you kill along the way? How many villages have been slaughtered, and what is the difference between the old and the weak, women and children, and chickens and ducks in your eyes?

Has the immortality of your faith been told to you? Everything in the world has karma, and when you used to kill thousands of poor people with your sword, it was a sign that one day, you would be brutally tortured and killed.

Today you are very lucky, it is not the day of the end of your life, I will tie you to the north gate of the city of Guangzhou, and continue to let you watch how I slaughter your soldiers, and if your generals and marshals are lucky, they may come back to be your company! ”

Zhao Tianyou's words were dumbfounded, and the belief that was once extremely firm in his heart almost collapsed, and he always believed that all places in the world should be the territory of the Great Khan, and if he did not submit respectfully, then he would only be slaughtered and killed. But why is it that his subordinates are slaughtered by one side, and their hearts are so painful and uncomfortable, shouldn't they be admired for their heroic death?

The scimitars in his hands slipped weakly, the wound on his buttocks began to pierce the pain, and the ambitions of the past dissipated with a blank look on his face. As Zhao Tianyou said, from now on, he is no longer a warrior, he no longer knows why he fights, he has lost his faith.

A total of seven cavalry escaped from the Baiyun Mountain Post Road, rushing to the direction of Qingyuan non-stop, Lu Shikui's 50,000 troops had already set off from Shaoguan, and had now camped in Qingyuan. Although it was only sixty or seventy miles away, these seven cavalrymen all ran with injuries and struggled, and some people began to fall behind one after another, and when they arrived in Qingyuan in the afternoon, only three cavalrymen remained.

Lü Shikui is the nephew of Lü Wenhuan, the defender of Xiangyang, who surrendered to the Yuan after Lü Wenhuang lost Xiangyang, and Lü Shikui, who guarded Jiujiang in the official worship department, did not resist, and was reused by Kublai Khan after the surrender of Jiujiang, and was appointed as the marshal of the Song Dynasty on the Zhongnan Road.

The army set out from Shaoguan and had arrived in Qingyuan, which was only a hundred and ten miles away from the city of Guangzhou.

"Report to the marshal, the three thousand cavalry of the vanguard battalion are all lost in the Baiyun Mountain Post Road, at this moment, there is more than one auspicious, please send troops to rescue you quickly!"

Master Lu snapped and smashed the teacup in his hand.

"Arislan, you idiot, you're mad at me!"