The cry for help of the Xianbei boy in the tent became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared with a rapid shout, and the Han soldiers who wanted to come to receive the order did not make him very painful.

After lingering on the good-looking Xianbei woman for a while, Fu Quan asked, "What is your name?" ”

"Murong Shuisu."

"Huh?" Fu Quan sighed lightly and asked, "Are you a member of the Murong tribe?" ”

"Exactly."

"Who is the current leader of the Murong tribe? Who are you? Fu Quan continued to ask, he knew that the Murong tribe was a large tribe in the middle of Xianbei, and its leaders all had Murong as their surname, this woman might not know the current movements of Helian, but she should know a lot about the information of this tribe.

The woman glanced up at Fu Quan, and when she saw Fu Quan's cold gaze, her face trembled, and she hurriedly replied: "Murong Lan Hu, it's my father." ”

"What is the current population of the tribe? How many soldiers are there? ”

"Forty or fifty thousand, about 20,000 soldiers."

"So little?" Fu Quan was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, according to his thoughts, Xianbei in the central part of the country is the core essence of Xianbei, and the big tribe should have about 100,000 troops and about 40,000 elite soldiers. Now it has completely shrunk by half, and it seems that it is also caused by the internal friction in the past two years, and then Fu Quan continued to ask: "Xianbei's current movement, do you know it?" ”

"I don't know." The woman whispered timidly, she had been married into the Viagra tribe for several years because of her marriage, and the affairs of the Murong tribe were only known through letters between herself and her father and brother, but as for the movements of Helian's Xianbei army, she didn't know at all.

Seeing that there was nothing to be gained from Murong Shuisu, Fu Quan ordered his own soldiers around him to take her out of the tent, and then discussed with everyone about the next military action, in fact, there was no other strategy, it was nothing more than to hurry up and attack Danhan Mountain.

It's just that, according to everyone's speculation, I'm afraid that within a few days, Xianbei at Danhan Mountain should know the movements of the Han army, after all, although the Han army suddenly attacked the tribe of Viagra this time, according to the reaction of the Han army scouts, there were still many Xianbei people who fled when the Han army came.

There is no way, Viagra's tribe is open on all sides, and these people don't stay in the tribe all the time, many of the people who escaped are tribesmen who are herding horses and sheep in the distance, and when the Han army appears, they hurriedly ride their horses and flee. Moreover, although the Han army has been rushing along the way and has not stopped, but there are not many Xianbei tribesmen who have escaped from the surrendered city that they have captured, and those who have not been encountered by the Han army are either running in the wrong direction with the Han army, or they have reached the safe tribe and reported to Danhan Mountain, no matter how hard the Han army tries to catch up, it is difficult to catch up with the Xianbei people who fled in advance of the Han army nearly overnight.

In the end, seeing that it was getting late, Fuquan considered that the army would be tired day and night when he crossed the Yinshan Mountain Range, so he could only give an order to let the Han army rest overnight in this Viagra tribe, and set off tomorrow to the east to march to the Xianbei royal court in Danhan Mountain.

Of course, after the order, when Fu Quan was about to go back to the tent to rest, Duan Cheng, the deputy general beside him, saw that Fu Quan had not given the most important order, so he knew that he was still inexperienced, and hurriedly saluted: "Prince, how should the captured prisoners be dealt with when the army has broken through the Viagra tribe this time?" ”

"Huh?" Fu Quan was stunned for a moment, glanced at Duan Cheng, and then reacted to what he meant, after all, he attacked the surrendered city before, and those captives, except for the young woman, were either used as cannon fodder by him, or when they were defending the city in the surrendered city, they died with the city, and there was no life at all.

But today, after the Han army once again broke through the Xianbei tribe, nearly 10,000 prisoners were captured again, of course, most of them were old and weak women. These prisoners are not to be controlled, but to let them survive, so much logistical pressure, I have to say that it is a headache for the Han army.

Now Duan Cheng took the initiative to ask himself this sentence, the meaning is very obvious, that is, let himself find a way to deal with it, and he must reduce the logistical pressure, after all, on the way to Danhan Mountain, the Xianbei prisoners captured must be more than these, if all of them are surrendered, no matter how the Han army controls it militarily, first of all, the gradually increasing huge logistical pressure is not something that the Han army can relieve. As for Duan Cheng letting Fu Quan reduce the pressure, there is only one way, which is to slaughter, in his mind, anyway, Fu Quan has already carried the reputation of "the butcher of the dragon", and he doesn't care about anything else, and he Duan Cheng is one of the few main battle factions in the Han Dynasty who advocates fighting to feed war, so he naturally doesn't care about this even more.

"In this case, you might as well keep the young woman, and slaughter the rest of the old and weak!" As he spoke, Fu Quan also made a gesture of slashing outward with his right hand, and it was obvious that that the meaning of that posture was "killing".

Seeing this, Duan Cheng replied: "This strategy is very good, and the servant also has this intention." After speaking, he was going to take people out of the tent and give an order to the soldiers, after all, for the large-scale massacre of prisoners, it is good to have an important general present, first, to lead the army to be convinced, and understand that it is the commander's order, and second, otherwise once the soldiers open the killing ring, their emotions will be out of control, and no one will make a mistake in the field.

However, before he had walked a few steps, he heard Fu Quan shouting, "Duan Gong wait? ”

"Huh?" Duan Cheng stopped, looked back at Fuquan suspiciously, and didn't know what he meant.

"You can order the soldiers, all the old and weak men, and those who are taller than the wheels, all be beheaded!" Fu Quan added coldly, at this moment he suddenly realized that it was not good to slaughter the old and weak of Xianbei, after all, there were still children and children among them.

"No!" Duan Cheng was stunned for a moment, then understood what Fu Quan meant, nodded and said, and then called several Han generals in the tent to go out of the tent to deploy the massacre.

Looking at the figure of Duan Cheng leaving, Fu Quan sighed, although his reputation was not good, after all, he had killed adult Xianbei people before, and even if the people of the Han Dynasty were dissatisfied with his behavior, it would not have much impact on his career. Even the last time in the surrendered city, countless Xianbei teenagers were used as prisoner cannon fodder, and they could also be prevaricated because of the urgency of the situation, but now, it is clear that the Xianbei tribe has been completely defeated, but he even slaughtered the Xianbei baby suddenly, and this matter spread to the court, which is easy to arouse the anger of the people and intellectuals, so Fu Quan is not careful.

Perhaps in their eyes, these young children who have not picked up weapons can talk as long as they are educated by saints, but in the eyes of Fuquan, these Xianbei children who witnessed their relatives being killed by the Han army, once they have consciousness, it is not a simple education that can be successful.

Only by cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, can we ensure that Xianbei will no longer be born again, but Fuquan knows, but the celebrities and scholars in the court don't understand it at all, and I don't know what they will think when they see the Han people being annexed by weak alien races in later generations, anyway, now, Fuquan, who lacks power, can only weaken the grassland people as much as possible. As soon as he had the chance, he would stick out his sharp fangs, and now, the extermination policy of the Mongols in later generations was clearly in line with Fuquan's current situation, which was exactly what he needed, and even if there was opposition from the Han Dynasty, he could explain it with a man taller than a wheel, who might resist before the battle, and seriously hindered the march of the Han army.

The afterglow of the sunset was like nothingness, and I could only see the roar of the wind, with the sound of breaking the sky, violently rolling up the flag of the blood-colored banner of the Han army, and crackling.

The flaming mutton fat torch had been lit, illuminating the empty Xianbei tribe that was the camp of the Han army at this moment, Duan Cheng did not prepare everything before the sunset after all, and the Han army who were really searching for goods and goods were a little disobedient to the order. In this regard, Duan Cheng is also helpless, after all, these Han troops have long been extremely tired after days of marching, and at this moment, there is only money and women, which can make these men in a foreign land have countless stimulus, and the former has not been distributed yet, as for the latter, it can be grabbed nearby, so naturally he ignored Shangguan's order.

Finally, with the passage of time, the Han army also began to regain their senses, only to see that under the dark sky, a black pressure of the Han army iron cavalry stood proudly, a sharp saber reflected the stars in the sky, and sometimes dark clouds swept by, beginning to cover the cool moonlight like water, and a bleak catastrophe was being interpreted.

"Wheeling ......"

In the center of the clearing, in the harsh sound of the axle grinding, a very dilapidated carriage was pushed to the clearing, and on its side, there were only huge wheels on the half-human heights, which were particularly eye-catching under the red firelight.

The slave servant of the Han army, the leader of the servant army, called the Jieren Shi Qu to suddenly ride out, looking at the Xianbei people who were trembling in front of him at the moment, as if he thought of his past unbearable, his face was suddenly crawling with a hideous killing machine, raised his sword, and shouted proudly: "There is an order in Fuba County, and all the armies obey the order, but all Xianbei men who are taller than the wheels, no matter how old or weak, will be killed!" ”

Shi Qutu first shouted in Chinese, and then again in Xianbei language, at this moment he just wanted to look at the frightened side of those kneeling Xianbei people on the ground, so that he could no longer recall the past and make him excited.

As soon as the voice fell, in the center of the clearing, the man who knelt down was frightened, and the woman was crying, her eyes showing sadness, but she did not dare to move. The grassland is like this, they have seen too much of this scene, but they didn't expect the Han army to be so bloody, because their killing is to conquer the race, and the Han army is to completely exterminate the race, which is different from the Han army they encountered, only to see countless Xianbei men with indifferent expressions were grabbed by the Han army from the crowd and pulled to the side of the tall wheel.

"Poof!"

As the sharp saber slashed down again, another human head rolled to the ground, and the bones spun around on the ground. Hot blood spurted out from his neck, splashing on the wheels, and the burning mutton fat torches lit up the entire slaughterhouse like the blood hell of Shura, and also illuminated the wheels that seemed to drip blood next to the decapitated corpses.

On the heads of those Xianbei people who were slashed and killed, most of them no longer regained their former hideous looks, but they were all slashed by the big swords of the Han army, and their eyes were panicked, too, no matter how powerful a warrior is, in the face of real death, he will never say that he will face it very easily, people always have the will to survive, but many people will hide and cover up.

"Next!"

After several Han soldiers removed the corpses by the wheels and dragged out long blood stains, Shi Qutu, who had been directing the massacre, shouted again. On the one hand, after these slave servants were contaminated with the Xianbei people's Xianbei, they would definitely be more loyal to the Han army, on the other hand, if they simply let the Han army execute, it was undoubtedly better to let the slave army do it, so that when the sewage splashed over in the future, they could also find a reason to shirk it, and those Han army iron horsemen, as long as they ensured that the order of the massacre here was normal.

Soon, as the voice fell, I saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old Xianbei young man, dragged over by two vicious Ding Lingren, both of whom were Ding Lingren who were captured by the Xianbei people.

In the crowd, there was a Xianbei man who seemed to be crazy when he saw this, as if the child was his relationship with him, and he thought that it should be his son and nephew, only to see him get up and run to grab the child, but the Han army iron cavalry who had been guarding around was merciless when he saw this, and saw a Han army knight riding forward, and the big knife in his hand slashed fiercely, and the Xianbei man immediately fell to the ground with a "poof".

"Those who dare to act recklessly are like this fang!"

The knight let out a cold shout, then looked at Shi Qutu not far away, and motioned for him to translate.

Seeing this, Shi Qu suddenly took the lead and shouted a few words at those Xianbei people who might still want to move, and suddenly, the Xianbei people in the center of the clearing, because of the scene that happened just now, originally showed signs of noise, but now they were quiet again.

At this time, beside the wheel, the captured Xianbei young man, his immature body was compared with the two Ding Lingren who were stuck to the wheel, and I saw that he was just more than half of his head. The Xianbei young man looked up at Shi Qutu, who was still talking just now, with a fierce and vicious expression, his expression was indifferent, although he was still young, although he expected that things would not be good, and after the tragic death of his relatives just now, he was a little uneasy, but he still had to experience that fatal scene......

"Die!"

Shi Qutu, who only listened to it, shouted coldly, and then the executioner in charge of the execution called out the executioner's gaze was cold, and the sharp saber slashed flatly, quickly and coldly cutting off the neck of the Xianbei boy. Then, I saw another stream of hot blood, splashing on the dripping wheels, and slowly flowing down the red wheels.

"Next!"

"Let's go!"

Once again, the two Ding Ling soldiers were frantic and savage, picking up a humble little boy from the crowd and leaving, not at all feeling sorry for the death of another fresh life just now.

"Dog slave! Dog Slave ...... No! Don't ......" a humble woman beside the child cried out in tears, looking at the little boy who should be her child.

The little boy's gaze was equally indifferent, what happened today was not at all what his simple little head could understand, for him, even after experiencing the scene just now, he still didn't understand what the so-called death was.

"Come here!"

The little boy was put on the side of the wheel, just like the Xianbei boy before, and was beaten by two Ding Ling, dead against the top edge of the wheel.

"Bad luck, it's short, next!"

Ding Ling scolded the soldiers, obviously disappointed after discovering that the child was a little shorter. As soon as they let go of their hands, the little boy rushed back to the Xianbei woman.

After that, the Xianbei women in the crowd hurriedly stretched out their hands and hugged the little boy and hugged him into her arms, lest the cruel and murderous Han army and their servant slaves would change their minds and put the butcher's knife on her child again......

Not far away, under the still blood-dripping wheels, the originally green grass looked dark red under the light of the fire......