Today's weather is so sunny and life feels so good.

Today is the last day of preparation, and the Tibetan army will begin its march to conquer those Han people who dare to invade.

It's just that why is the sky clear, but suddenly there is the sound of something large in the air? As a soldier in the Tibetan camp, he was puzzled. So they all looked up to see what it was.

But he didn't want to see a large number of cone-shaped things, so he smashed them straight down. In this case, the fool will stand still and wait to be smashed, as long as the slightest brain is running fast to avoid these things.

Those things finally fell to the ground, and many people were about to scold: "Who is so immoral?" ”

But I don't want a flash of light, accompanied by a burning sensation and a roar, and I don't know anything about the rest.

Flower of Death, Bloom!

Not one, but more than fifty, each of which has a range of up to twenty meters, and it is impossible for any living creature to exist within twenty meters.

The severed wreckage was blasted across the sky, blood splattered across the ground, and then solidified under the burning sensation.

This qiē directly hit the eyeballs of all the survivors, directly impacted their brains, making them temporarily lose the ability to blink and also lose the ability to think. Just silently watched the qiē happening in front of him, silently watched the last moan of his comrade-in-arms who was not yet dead, and then his brain only felt blank.

The entire Tubo army camp exudes a poignant beauty of the last days.

Sanji Lunzhu standing on the valley was almost like this, and he was already frightened by what he saw in front of him.

But he didn't want to come back to his senses just now, but Bao Xiaodan next to him gave the order to shell again.

As a result, more than fifty seeds of the Flower of Death flew out and were launched directly towards the military camp of the Tubo Army. In just three or four seconds, more than fifty flowers of death bloomed, accompanied by the loss of a large number of lives.

"Launch!" Bao Xiaodan seemed to be used to such a scene, he only knew to give the order to shell.

"Don't, don't launch again!" Sanji Lunzhu knelt directly.

"Launch!" Bao Xiaodan won't care about him.

Thus, fifty more seeds of the Flower of Death were launched......

"Please...... Don't launch it again......" Sanji Lunzhu kept kowtowing, and even his brain was knocked out of blood.

Perhaps at this moment, only pain can reduce the apology in his heart for the dead Tibetan warriors. This is not war, this is simply massacre...... A group of elite soldiers with devilish weapons are massacring their compatriots in Tibet...... But as a compatriot, he was an indirect driver of the massacre......

"Launch!" Bao Xiaodan doesn't care about this, if the task can't be completed, he will go to the military court.

In the end, I just saw that the entire Tibetan military camp turned into a flame, a huge flame of death, and no one knew whether 10,000 or 2,000 of the 100,000 Tubo troops had escaped. But it is conceivable that tens of thousands of people will be buried in this valley.

Sanji Lunzhu was completely numb, his eyes no longer had any sparkle, and his spirit seemed to have collapsed.

"This kid is gone...... Let people bring it back to **, inform our people, it's time for a full-scale attack! Bao Xiaodan smiled and looked at Sanji Lunzhu beside him, then kicked it away and ordered directly to the soldiers around him.

"Yes!" The soldiers next to him saluted, and then quickly ran to inform the main forces in the rear waiting for the order for a general attack.

As for why they didn't have any special reactions, one is that they have been through battle and have long been accustomed to seeing death. The second is not the Chinese who died, but a group of barbarians who intend to stand on their own, and even if they kill more, they will not have any guilt. Taking 10,000 steps back, they can see the results of the shelling at most from such a distance, but they can't see what the shelling scene is like at all, and in such a situation, they naturally don't have any psychological barriers.

The army began to assault, not only arresting all the Tibetan soldiers who had fled in all directions, but also the king of Tubo and the remaining seven kings. Asked why there was no Panchen Living Buddha, it turned out that this guy had already been cut off by a shrapnel during the previous shelling.

"What to do with these guys? If it was the Ming Dynasty, it seems that he would take it to Chang'an to sacrifice the prisoners, and then push it to the Caishikou for execution after the judgment of His Majesty. Although Yang Hong is the coach, he still can't ignore the opinions of Mao Min, the political commissar who came with them.

In Yang Hong's view, the political commissar is actually the supervisor of the Ming Dynasty, but he lacks the right to command the battle. But if it comes to a critical moment, as a political commissar, he can directly send someone to take him down, and even execute himself directly under some special circumstances.

So no matter what the reason, Yang Hong must consult him.

"Kill them all, and bring them back for trial, it's too troublesome." Mao Min looked at the group of captives and said casually.

"This ......" Yang Hong didn't expect that Mao Min, who was born as a civil official, would be more ruthless than him.

"It's nothing good, but His Majesty feels that the population of Tibet is too large, so he has some illusions that should not be generated. We have to let them know that there are things that they can't touch. Besides, they have lived here for so long, one by one, and have taken deep roots in this land. If they are directly escorted back to Chang'an, God knows what kind of things those Tibetans will do under the influence of these guys in the process? Kill them directly, cut them off, and at the same time stimulate all the unstable factors, otherwise we have no excuse to slaughter them! Mao Min said coldly.

"Beware of their children and grandchildren hating us for the rest of their lives!" Yang Hong's sentence is actually not serious at all, with a strong sense of joke.

"It's mediocre not to attract envy, as a super power, how can you do it if no one hates it? I am also worried that one or two groveling and flattering people will make the peaceful life of the people of our republic too stable in the future, less bloody, and no sense of crisis! Mao Min said disapprerovingly.

"You're right!" Yang Hong snapped his fingers.

Thus, the massacre of these nearly 10,000 captives began......

Here, there is no status, no blood, no age, no gender, and all people are equal in the face of death.

From then until many years later, this canyon was known as Death Valley, and even more than a decade later, it was rumored that the cries of the dead could be heard here.

As for the Wehrmacht, they naturally did not waste time staying here, and after a brief preparation, counting the weapons and ammunition, they continued their journey of conquest. Their task is far from over.