In the evening, Tang Xidong and Liu Lianqing had their last dinner before the expedition.

For this dinner, there were only two people in the entire hall.

Inexplicably lengthens the time of the meal, inexplicably has to smile inexplicably, and inexplicably wants to behave the same as on weekdays.

But when Tang Xidong looked at the sky for the third time, he finally broke all the cover-ups.

A heart that is in a hurry to go on the expedition, and a heart that is reluctant to worry, it is really difficult to put in one box.

Liu Lianqing stopped the dishes and chopsticks and looked at Tang Xidong silently.

She knew that this man was going to lead the army himself, but she couldn't figure out why he had to go out in person.

Killing is not just two words, it is bloody, the future is uncertain, it is your life and death.

Tatar Lu is not an anti-army, not a Ming army, a barbarian who is invincible in this era, and a savage who even laughs with brutality and cruelty.

Why do you have to go in person?

Tang Xidong got up, secretly sighed in his heart, but with a gentle smile on his face, walked to Liu Lianqing's side, reached out and touched her belly, feeling a beating new life.

"You're leaving?"

Nod!

"Why do you have to go in person, you can hand it over to Shangquan, hand it over to Jia Hu, and hand it over to Zhang Xiahai."

The man looked up at the sky.

Because no one can understand him, because he is not carrying a person's thoughts, because he does not want his conscience to be condemned, because he needs to kill the Tartars, and because he knows that his mission in this world cannot avoid the Jianzhou Jurchens in Liaodong.

This is the inevitability of the times, the scar of history, and what only he understands and what he is willing to do with all his heart.

Men are silent, women are gloomy.

"Let's go, remember that there are still people waiting for you at home."

Killing captives is an unstoppable thing, this is a foreign enemy, a national enemy, it is something that every Ming person should do, and it is a thing that is bigger than the sky and heavier than the earth.

Women can be tender, they can be in love, they can be reluctant, but they can't stop it.

Tang Xidong left the hall, his back was straight, there was no reluctance, no hesitation.

Because only by swaying his own blood can he let his wife and children behind him live a peaceful life, and can he not let himself always think that there is a powerful enemy who needs to wield a knife himself.

Pingyang City, 5,000 Luoliangshan Hero Company, 5,000 cavalry, 5,000 baggage team.

The queue was neat, and no one knew who they were going out for, but no one disobeyed the order.

Fifty artillery pieces, five thousand flintlock muskets, three hundred chariots, six thousand horses.

Tang Xidong did his best to kill the captives.

Binh Duong's defense was left to Lee Shang Quan.

"My lord, shall I go?" Li Shangquan fought again.

Tang Xidong shook his head and patted him on the shoulder: "Guarding Pingyang is also killing prisoners." ”

The parade ground, the silent soldiers of the new army, the servicemen who are about to set foot on the battlefield.

Tang Xidong looked at the black head, and didn't know how many people would be able to come back this time.

But one thing he can guarantee is that no matter how many people die, how many people remain, their lives are not in vain, and their blood is not shed in vain.

"A lot of people don't know, where are we going? Who to hit? ”

"Is it anti-army? No, the anti-army is also our comrades, they have the blood of the Han people in their bodies, is it the Ming army? No, in this country, the Ming army is still needed. ”

"Today's expedition, we are going to kill the Liaodong Tartars, and we are going to kill the wild people outside the Guanwai who are trampling the people in our northern Pingyang at this moment."

"Many people will think, why do we go to kill prisoners, it is not our territory, and the people there are not the people of Binh Duong."

"I tell you, this is not a family feud, this is a national feud, this is a blood feud between our nation and a barbarian race, and we have the blood of the Han people in our veins, just as the blood of the people who are experiencing the wanton slaughter of the Tartars."

"Anti-army, you can all go to the knife. In the face of foreigners, in the face of the barbarians who are bullying our compatriots, I ask, can your sword be cut down? Is your heart afraid, is your anger and courage as men still there? ”

"Do you still have the determination to defend your home and country? Are you willing to watch the savage Tartars slaughter our wives and children, fathers and elders at will? ”

"Whether you agree with it in your hearts or not, this expedition, now I am here to tell you, sharpen the knife, open your eyes wide, we are going to kill the captives, for the glory of our Han people, in order not to let more Han people die under the knife of the Tartars, in order to be worthy of the homeland created by our ancestors with blood and sweat for thousands of years, in order to let our children not live under the bullying of the other party in the future, in order to let our children and grandchildren know that their ancestors were once heroes and heroes who killed captives many years later."

"Kill!"

The man on the stage raised the long knife in his hand.

The shouts of fifteen thousand people echoed over the parade ground.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

……

It was getting dark.

But the future is bright.

The mighty procession walked on the way north, on the road to kill.

The torch is like a long dragon, and the blood is the soul of the long dragon.

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Go to the official road of Qingyuan County, Taiyuan Prefecture.

The 30,000 Ming army was full of wind and dust, exhausted but still moving forward.

The villages on both sides were burned by fire, and the smoke had not yet gone away.

Medium camp.

Cao Wenzhao's face was gloomy, and he raised his eyes to look at the front of the team.

From Zi Cao Jiao to Jiao, he is still a young man.

"Father, without the will of the imperial court, we let go of the rebels without authorization and went north to resist the enemy, in case we are blamed by the saint?"

Cao Wenzhao didn't say a word, still sitting on his horse and moving forward.

Cao Bianjiao wanted to speak and stopped.

"Go and see if there are any living people in the village?"

Cao Wenzhao's deep voice sounded.

"Oh!"

Cao Bianjiao led the people to the village next to the pipeline.

Earthen caves, trees, water, and crops.

The crops that were about to be harvested were now burned by the fire and turned to ashes.

The village chief smoked, and the collapsed village wall revealed the entire village in front of Cao Bianjiao's eyes.

Chickens and dogs don't smell it, but it's full of scorching and bloody.

On a tree at the entrance of the village, a woman was naked, hanging from a tree made of clothes, swaying.

Blood was running down his chest, but his chest was dripping with blood.

At the base of the tree at his feet, a three-year-old child, his head cut off, stained with blood and dirt.

Cao Bianjiao's eyes showed unspeakable pain, looking at the pain on the woman's face, there was even a trace of relief.

The horse's hooves move forward.

At the entrance of the village, there were corpses kneeling on the ground, and their heads were piled up on the ground next to them, each of them was twisted and frightened, and each one was full of wrinkles, poverty and vicissitudes.

These people did not survive the last period of their lives.

In every room in the village, there were dead women and children, all naked and mutilated.

There were men who resisted, and the bodies of the horses had been torn apart by ropes, and blood was thrown on the ground.

The man's eyes were open and he looked at the sky, but there was no God, only a void.

A pregnant woman who was thrown out of her belly, a fetus that died in her womb.

The corpse was barbecued, but the corpse was put in an earthen kiln.

Everything, everything, is a real miserable image in front of you.

Between people, it is possible to be cruel to this point.

Cao Bianjiao has been in the army with his father for many years, and he has seen countless fights, and he can't count the people he has killed.

But he only admitted at this moment that he was not a cruel person, and everything he saw was not cruel, but cruel.

Cruelty is just around the corner.

He is still a young man, and the blood in his heart is still hot, just like the tears in his eyes are still hot at the moment.

Is it hatred?

Hatred is indescribable.

Cao Bianjiao gritted his teeth and turned around, only at this moment did he understand his father's intentions.

There are no living people in the village, but the dead people in the village who wake up the living but numb.

Cao Bianjiao, who returned to his father's side, lowered his head.

Cao Wenzhao glanced at his son, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

Their men from Liaodong are not cold in blood, and the men of their Cao family are like iron, but at that time, they wanted to kill the enemy.

He Cao Wenzhao has been in the army for many years and has never forgotten that he shoulders the hope of the country and the Han people and the mission of resisting the enemy.

The army continued to march towards the battlefield, to the brink of death without hesitation.