"This is Ma Benyuan's head!"

On a series of hanging poles on the bank of the Huangshui River, there are hanging heads one after another, all of which are the heads of the leaders of the riot army and the big bosses. There are two people in the Seven Banners Zasakli who have seen Ma Benyuan.

Before the rebellion, the Ma family was not only the first person among the believers of the True God Cult in Xining, but also a large local businessman, not to mention that the Ma family brothers often traveled to and from both sides of the Sun Moon Mountain, but they still had a certain connection with the nobles of these Mongolian tribes on the shore of Qinghai Lake.

Zasak of the Heshute Mongols and the South Right End Banner and the Left Second Banner had met Ma Benyuan more than once, and immediately recognized Ma Benyuan's head. This is indeed the origin of horses!

The demonstration of the pole on the bank of the Liu Siam River was overflowing, but none of the Seven Banners Zasak felt insulted and expressed anger. On the contrary, everyone and the tribal nobles behind them had irrepressible smiles on their faces.

Demonstrate? There was a demonstration. Listen to the obedient words, Liu Xian can really rush himself to death.

Ma Benyuan's head, the dense human heads in the prisoner camp on the other side of the river, is the real material. It is the most trustworthy credential for this trip to Xining!

All the Mongol nobles seemed to have seen the scene when they followed the expeditionary army into Xining and returned with a full load. This is the real Megumi.

"I heard that Liu Junmen raised the army in three years and occupied the position of commander, and he was a famous general who won a hundred battles in the Central Plains, and I felt that it was too much. But today, when I watched the grand occasion of this prisoner of war, I knew that the young man was a hero, and his name was well deserved...... "Zasak of the Khalkhanan Right Banner is a gray-haired old man, who has passed the age of 60, and after seeing Liu Xian, he did not shout out the exaggerated admiration of the Mongols in Liu Xian's impression, but took a breath of officialdom that Liu Xian was familiar with and could no longer be familiar.

The six newly-seen Zasaks were very temperamental and tame in front of Liu Xian. However, when it comes to killing chickens and monkeys, Liu Xian will never be soft.

"Do you know what this Huangshui River looked like three years ago?" Standing under the pole with seven Zasak and many Mongolian nobles, Liu Xian looked at Ma Benyuan's stinky and discolored head with cold eyes, and suppressed the killing intent that erupted after three days.

His voice was obviously not loud, and the dozens of people around him were complimenting one after another just now, but the next moment they all closed their mouths magically.

Dorji Shamu is the closest to the Xining area, and of course he knows about the killing in the Huangshui River three years ago. Even in his Huitnan Banner there were more than a dozen Dangar Hanmin who had escaped the killing.

"I heard that no one has dared to eat the fish in this river for the past three years. For three years, the fish in this river had bloodshot eyes—"

"At three o'clock in the evening of May 11—"

"Liu Xian doesn't have the ability to turn the heavens and the earth upside down, turning back to May 11. The only thing that can be done is to present a good show for everyone present at three o'clock today.

For tomorrow's march of our army, open the knife and sacrifice the flag! ”

As he spoke, Liu Xian's heart was heavy, and he swore to God that he was super unhappy. Stuffy, stuffy!

He thought he would be in a good mood doing this. But when he said these words to the group of Mongolian nobles around him, he was gloomy.

If there really is God, he would rather not see blood today, so that he would not see blood on May 11, three years ago. But this is not possible.

"Which beasts to bring into the game—"

Liu Xian's voice was low. Immersed in his heart, he didn't see the dozens of Mongolian princes and nobles around him, all looking at him with horror in their eyes. Some cowardly, those who have not experienced hardships and life and death, all tremble, and there is a faint smell of commotion.

Liu Xian's decision represents countless lives. The brutality of the Han people in the city of Tangar by the rebel army three years ago is ...... today, today Will it be repeated?

A chilling chill was born from the bodies of all the Mongolian princes and nobles. A terrible fear, like a big hand gripping their hearts. The horror made them stiff, and the gloom exuded by Liu Xian's body made them choke their throats. No one dared to open their mouths to beg for mercy for the rioters, and they all had a reaction in their minds - if they pleaded for the rioters, they would crush Liu Xian!

Many years later, when Qinghai has been established as a province and a county, when many old people present have passed away, when the young nobles have become gray-haired, each of them is still firmly anxious for every moment of that scene.

The slogan of the expeditionary army sounded, and a neat line of Qin soldiers drove out of the city gate.

Dong Fuxiang looked at the instructions in his hand puzzled, he was very puzzled, it was time to eat, not to mention the dispatch of the large troops in the city, but also the movement of his own troops? And don't carry anything? Could it be that the Mongols on the south bank of the river are in chaos? I didn't see any noise, did I?

But he did not hesitate, Dong Fuxiang immediately led his men to ride more than 600 steps through the stone bridge on the Guò Huangshui River to the south bank of the Huangshui River.

Under the conspicuous pole, he saw Liu Xian's familiar figure.

"Military Gate!" Dong Fuxiang called Ma to meet Liu Xian. Looking at the tame posture of the Mongols around him, he had already forgotten the ridiculous conjecture he had just made. The Mongols are still very well-behaved.

"Your task today is to mend the knife!"

Liu Xian seemed to have no head and no brain, and the second monk of Dong Fuxiang was confused. But he didn't ask, but answered directly.

He now finally understands why the group of Mongolian princes and nobles of Dorzi Shamu are in such a posture, Liu Xian's expression and momentum at this moment are really shocking.

When Liu Xian's eyes fell on him, Dong Fuxiang wanted to be smart. It wasn't until I exited the circle that I breathed a sigh of relief.

Dong Fuxiang didn't understand the word 'mending knife', and soon gave him a hint.

Then he saw two cavalry brigades driving the prisoners in the prisoner camp on the right side of the Huangshui River, and drove them all out of the camp and went straight to the river.

The commotion of the captives became bigger and bigger, and when it was still a hundred meters away from the Huangshui River, Dong Fuxiang could hear the noise. But so what? There are two cavalry brigades escorting them, and there are more than 3,000 Qin soldiers on the periphery, the guns are loaded, and the knives are unsheathed.

The closer you get to the Huangshui River, the greater the commotion of the captives. At the last fifty meters, thousands of prisoners of war said that they did not want to go any further.

The danger signal is so strong, and many of these backbone members of the riot army have experienced the scene three years ago. Seeing today's posture, how can I not think of what the expeditionary army is going to do.

Seeing that the captives were no longer moving forward, the two aggressive cavalry brigades were about to raise their horses and swords, but Wei Ming stopped them.

The captives then seemed to have been forgotten, and were only watched by two large groups of cavalry. The attention of the expeditionary army shifted to the left camp of prisoners of war. More than 1,000 of them were driven out of the camp like the previous prisoners of war, except that they were monitored by infantry, and only one brigade.

By the time the more than 1,000 prisoners of war from the left battalion of the prisoners of war came to the vicinity of the Huangshui River timidly and cowardly, the time had already passed the hour and was also six o'clock in the evening.

In the middle of summer, the sky is still bright at six o'clock.

Liu Xian always stood on the south bank of the Huangshui River, he didn't move, and none of the dozens of Mongolian princes and nobles around him dared to leave, and even a single Qiē person didn't dare to move, trying to maintain his posture no matter how hard he tried, his body was numb.

"Now that you've got all the people, you're ready to go."

In just nine words, it brings the end of a thousand lives.

"You say, will this Huangshui River, which is more than ten zhang wide, block the river and prevent it from flowing?"

Liu Xian's voice suddenly chuckled. Ancient Chinese books often use this 'x water does not flow' to describe massacres and killings, I wonder if this word will also be associated with itself in a hundred years?

No one answered Liu's question. Dolzi Shamu, these Mongolian nobles, had just returned to normal, because of this question, everyone changed color again.

Liu Xian's sudden chuckle was terrifying to their ears. No one could hear the bitterness in Liu Xian's voice.

"Wow ......" A red flag was waved by Liu Xian's own soldiers. Flags sounded.

"Kill—"

Wei Ming, who had always been watching the actions on the other side of the river, laughed like a ghost, raised the short gun in his left hand and knocked down a prisoner of war with a 'bang', raising his voice and shouting, his eyes full of bloodthirsty murderous intent.

"Kill......"

In the crackling gunfire, the sound of rolling horses' hooves overwhelmed a qiē. The war horse raised its speed to the extreme in just a few tens of meters, and the bright sword light like a snow wave should dazzle the eyes of the people on the other side.

The outermost layer of prisoners of war, covered in bullet holes, fell like a sieve.

In the face of the sudden killing, in the face of the Qin army's iron cavalry that pounced like a wolf and a tiger, countless prisoners of war wailed, frightened, and ran towards the Huangshui River.

At all, there is a space of tens of meters, and people's sense of survival and avoidance instruct them to do this...... Useless work.

But how can a man's leg be faster or slower than a horse's leg? The snow turned to blood, the sharp sabers were stained with blood, and countless prisoners of war were knocked to the ground by their horses, or the panic crowd among the prisoners of war fell down, and then they could no longer stand up.

The crisp sound of bones cracking, the terrible screams, the wails of pain, the cries of collapse for mercy......

The corpses were like tomatoes in a juicer, squeezing out the last drop of blood under the repeated trampling of the war horse. Then it became rotten meat, and it became a puddle of filthy flesh.

"Kill-, kill-"

Wei Ming once again led people to cut off a piece of 'meat' from the right flank of the prisoner of war group, and the dozens of prisoners of war who were separated from the group by the stormed cavalry were like a candle in the wind, completely annihilated by the howling wind.

The saber does not need to be raised to slash hard, and when the horse charges, it only needs to be placed across the saddle, and the horse can step on it, and the head and stump of the arm can be taken away.

The prisoners of war who were forced to be anxious resisted. But they would only die earlier, and if they could still talk about Liu Xian's cavalry brigade biting off a piece of meat, then they would not have dropped their weapons as prisoners three days ago.

In the summer, Liu Xian could clearly hear the sound of the Mongolian people around him, the chatter of their teeth. R1152