"Alas, this is simply the road of blood and tears of the Huns." Shang Wen muttered to himself. The leather whip continued to whip the Hun boy whose body was still small. The boy beat the ghost and cried wolf. Lying on the ground and constantly rolling. The soldiers of the Qin army beat even more frantically. Soon, the boy stopped moving.

I'm tired of fighting. The Qin soldiers pinned their leather whips to their waists. Pull out the saber directly. Slash it with a knife. "Hey, hey. A good head. The soldier smiled and hung his head around his waist.

Shang Wen watched it all happen. I didn't try to check my hands to see if I was still breathing. Directly slash and slash down.

Shang Wen can only be described as cruel. "Go, you two dispose of the corpses." The soldier pointed to the two Hun boys. The boy did not speak. Estimated to be tired. The arm wielding the shovel is too immobile. "Bastard". The soldier whipped it. The Hun boy fell directly to the ground and did not move. "Hey, I've got a good head again." As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and pinned the leather whip to his waist, preparing to draw the knife. A teenager burst out. Fall to your knees. Stop the soldier and mumble something. The face was covered with dust. But I can see two lines of tears left. The mouth kept crying. It sounded like a plea to the soldier not to kill the boy who was already lying on the ground. And keep pointing at himself. Pleading. The hoarse voice of the shouting was very sad. Shang Wen understood. It may be a pair of brothers, or a relative of the pleading teenager. The begging boy only begged to spare the boy who was already lying on the ground. But the soldier was unmoved. The knife has been drawn. The soldier kept kicking the pleading boy. "Get out of here, or I'll kill you." The soldier kicked the pleading boy's chest with all his might. The corners of the boy's mouth were already spitting out a large pool of blood. The bright red blood stains had already reddened the only piece of cloth in front of his chest. The soldiers were still unmoved, and the surrounding Huns stopped what they were doing.

In the eyes is hatred. There was blood in the eyes. There were tears in the eyes. The Huns already hated it to the extreme. At this time, a captain who saw something bad hurriedly pulled Shang Wen away. Shang Wen still wanted to stay for a while. But strength is not something these soldiers can compete with. Shangwen was pushed into the car. The lieutenant didn't know when he had drawn his saber. Protection is around Shangwen. There was a sound of footsteps, and a group of Qin soldiers had already driven over. A contingent of Qin cavalry rushed over. Shangwen saw through the car window. The soldiers in custody have begun to disengage. All in one piece. A lot of people began to gather. Qin people. Huns. Qin Jun's reprimand. The neighing of horses. Suddenly, Shang Wen heard a sad wail. The voice was utterly desolate. Shang Wen was moved in his heart. Presumably the one who begged the young man. The killing of brothers and relatives can be imagined as tragic.

Shang Wen didn't have time to think about it. I heard a loud roar behind the car. It was the Huns, and only those who had been suppressed for a long time would have such a voice of resistance. Then there was the metallic sound of swords clashing. Roar, Qin. Huns. And horses. In the midst of a fierce battle between people. Horses also seem to be infected. Let out a different roar.

The car gradually left the killing field. Nothing can be heard. Shang Wen sat in the car in a daze. Bleeding, bleeding. The blood came out of the body like a spring. into streams, rivers, rivers and seas. Shang Wen could faintly hear the sound of metal crashing. Not as beautiful as the percussion music. There are only life-threatening notes. Shang Wen couldn't stand it anymore. I felt like I was going to have a breakdown.

"Shang Wen. Shang Wen. Meng Tian shook Shang Wen. Shang Wen still stared blankly into the distance. That direction is where the highway was built.

"Ugh." Shang Wen sighed heavily.

"Let's go check it out." Shang Wen had already walked to the carriage alone to take a look.

Meng Tian came to inform Shang Wen that the King of Qin was coming to inspect the north. But seeing Shang Wen's dejected look. Meng Tian is also difficult to say. Coupled with the men and horses he brought with him, he immediately threw himself into the battle to suppress the Huns. Therefore, I can't take care of Shangwen. At best, it can only be safe.

A group of people is moving in at a rapid pace. It was a movement of military forces around the periphery. Listen to an extremely neat pace. It's like death is calling.

There were a bunch of people lying on the battlefield. Several halberds were crooked across the corpse. There were severed limbs everywhere. The guts and blood that flowed out were mixed together. On the black pavement, flies are flying all over the ground. And those crows. It's as nasty as these flies.

Shang Wen strode between the corpses. A group of Qin troops had already dispersed. Constant assassination of those who are alive and those who are dead with halberds. Just in case someone pretends to be dead and sneaks up. "Poof." The halberd was pulled out of the corpse. Bring out a stream of blood. The blood remained like the fountain. A soldier passed by Shang Wen. Constantly stabbing with halberds.

A seriously wounded Hun man lay among the corpses, struggling to pick up a shovel, trying to fight hard. The Qin soldiers walked over. A halberd pierced the heart of the Huns directly. The Huns, who were blind to death, lost their lives with their eyes open. The Qin soldiers who followed behind quickly brandished their machetes and harvested this great head.

Shangwen didn't feel sick. What I feel is ruthless. Ruthlessness on the battlefield. There were corpses everywhere, and those Qin soldiers were like devils. Reaping life. Shang Wen was a little disgusted. Some hate it all.

The roads they built became the battlefields of killing. And not the path to civilization. On the repaired and unrepaired roads, there are corpses lying densely on both sides of the road. Some of the people were brought in to collect the bodies. The Huns were not used, because they were afraid that the Huns would continue to resist.

"Shangwen, are you okay?" Meng Tian asked.

Shangwen stood and watched it all. Slowly crouch down. Touching his face vigorously with his hand.

"Are you alright?" Meng Tian continued to ask.

"Will you be okay? These people are alive, and they are all lying here now. Will it be okay? Shang Wen said weakly.

"I understand. But these people deserve to die. If they run to our land, then it is we who will suffer. The people of Great Qin will be slaughtered. Meng Tian said.

"You haven't seen what those Hu people do. A city, all the women were taken captive and made slaves. All the men were killed. Even the baby was not spared. The whole city was bleeding. Meng Tian said excitedly.

"We're not like that." Shang Wen said calmly.

"That's war, that's politics." Shang Wen said.

Meng Tian wanted to say something, but it was difficult to speak.

"I wanted to build a road, but I didn't expect it to lead to a massacre. History, it is estimated that blood is used to make ink, and knives and guns are used to make pens. The mountains and rivers, the earth, are paper. Write a ・・・・・・" Shang Wen stopped his emotion.

"Let's go, let's go back, I'm tired." Shang Wen turned around and left.

Meng Tian didn't know what nerves Shang Wen had. It is estimated that the stimulation of the battlefield hit this scholar too hard.

In the distance, the sun began to set, and fiery red fiery clouds filled the sky. Dark shadows surged on the ground. That's the soldiers who pick up the bodies and clean up the battlefield.