"General Wang, it can't go on like this, even if the elite of our Qin army loses even one more soldier in this war, it will be a great loss, and the Yiqu Grassland should not become their destination!"

"Please give the order of the general, let the last general take action to end this war!"

After Zhang Han used Chunjun to kill dozens of soldiers, he rushed directly to Wang Xiaojie and fought side by side with Wang Xiaojie back to back.

Although Zhang Han is a popular person around Qin Wang Yingji, Zhang Han also knows that his ability is not as good as that of Wang Xiaojie, the commander of the army who can independently command an army of 100,000 to fight.

Moreover, Wang Xiaojie was the commander of this expeditionary operation, and although Zhang Han was entrusted by Yingji, he was actually a subordinate, so he absolutely could not ignore the orders of the commander-in-chief.

When the two of them were back to back, their armor and swords were stained with blood, but they had the aura of a battlefield general.

"Well, since the battle situation has now become a fierce battle, as long as Yiqu is not killed, then it is impossible for our army to defeat the enemy army with the momentum of thunder, and then there will be countless more soldiers of our Qin army who have died in battle!"

"General Zhang Han, you are a martial arts cultivator, in order to end the battle as soon as possible, then bother the general to personally kill Yiqu Wang Yiqu!"

"At that time, the enemy chief is dead, and these stubborn Yiqu soldiers will definitely fall apart, and in the end, they can only surrender to our Qin army!"

Wang Xiaojie said to Zhang Han, and then killed a righteous soldier who rushed towards him!

"The general can rest assured, Zhang Han will go!"

After listening to Wang Xiaojie's words, Zhang Han also nodded and said, and then on the battlefield where the two armies were fighting bloodily, a phantom constantly flashed beside the two sergeants.

The speed of this phantom was too fast for the naked eye to catch, and the two sergeants paused for a moment to look around but did not find any changes, and finally could only blame themselves for thinking wrong, and continued to fight.

And Yiqu, who was commanding the Yiqu army to fight at the rear of the remnants of the Yiqu army, suddenly had a warning in his heart, and the cold hairs on his body stood up, and an incomparably dangerous feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

This feeling was like being targeted by the ferocious wolf on the grassland, and Yiqu hurriedly pressed the scimitar on his waist with his hand to prepare for the accident.

"Yiqu is horrible, I am Qin General Zhang Han, and I am here to take the life of the dog!"

Hearing this, Yiqu was even more frightened in his heart, and he was just about to pull out the scimitar on his waist with his hand, but found that his hand was suddenly pressed.

Yiqu Hao hurriedly looked back, but found that a general of the Qin army suddenly appeared on his war horse.

"Yiqu is horrible, remember in the next life, never be the enemy of Great Qin!"

Before Yiqu Xiao and many Yiqu soldiers could react, Zhang Han directly put Chun Jun on Yi Qu Hao's neck, and then it was like sawing wood.

Zhang Han took Chunjun's hand and pulled it violently, and Chunjun directly cut Yiqu Xiao's neck smoothly, this is the first time Chunjun has drunk the blood of the king!

But something miraculous happened, after Chunjun cut Yi Qu Xiao's neck, the vitality in Yi Qu Xiao's eyes gradually faded.

But there was no blood flowing out of the place where Chunjun slashed, and his head was still magically fixed on his neck.

Zhang Han directly lifted the head of Yiqu Xiao from his neck with his left hand, kicked Yi Qu Xiao's body off the war horse, rode on the war horse that was originally Yi Qu Xiao, and directly used the majestic blood qi of his bone refining Great Perfection Realm and said loudly.

"The king of Yiqu is dead, all the soldiers of Yiqu surrender immediately, otherwise there will be no mercy!"

It was only at this time that many Yiqu soldiers came back to their senses, looking at the generals of the Qin army who were originally riding the war horses of their own kings and holding the king's head in their hands, they felt that the belief in their hearts suddenly collapsed.

"The king of Yiqu is dead, and those who descend will not be killed!"

"The king of Yiqu is dead, and those who descend will not be killed!"

......

Seeing that Zhang Han had already succeeded, Wang Xiaojie and Guo Xin hurriedly organized the soldiers of the Qin army to run on the battlefield and said loudly.

After a while, the king of Yiqu was dead, and the words of surrendering to the Qin army and not killing continued to appear on the grassland for more than twenty miles.

"King!"

Countless Yiqu soldiers shouted in grief, but instead glanced at the iron-blooded Qin army beside them who were constantly closing towards themselves and others, fully armed!

Glancing at the scene where the corpses of the Yiqu people were almost all over the ground, the corpses of the Qin soldiers were pitiful, and they gradually lost the faith of resistance in their hearts.

"Boom!"

As the weapon in the hand of a nominal qualifier suddenly fell to the ground, the sound sounded, shattering the last faith in the hearts of the righteous qu people.

Immediately, the sound of several, dozens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of people suddenly falling to the ground with weapons in their hands was heard, and these righteous soldiers also took off their leather armor and put them together after putting down their weapons.

What a spectacular scene this is, tens of thousands of troops unloaded their armor together, this is probably also the first time that the grassland people have bowed to the Chinese nation since the world entered the world of great contention!

"Guo Xin, Zhang Han, the two of you immediately lead the army to take care of these surrendered Yiqu soldiers to prevent them from rioting, and count the results of the battle and the casualties of our army!"

"After taking care of these captives, some Yiqu soldiers will be removed from them to clean the battlefield and bury the corpses, and the bodies of our Qin soldiers will be taken over and cremated by our Qin army himself!"

"General Ben brought them out from Xianyang to expedition to the northwest grassland, so naturally he will also bring them back!"

Wang Xiaojie said with some heaviness, although Wang Xiaojie knew that with the elite and weapons of the Anxi Army, although the soldiers of the Anxi Army did not die many in battle.

But these are the soldiers who have followed their two lives, watching the soldiers who have a lifelong brotherly friendship with them leave them forever, who can not be emotional, who can not be heartbroken?

"No!"

Guo Xin and Zhang Han both clenched their fists and said, and then the two of them began to busy themselves with their own affairs.

The grassland battlefield is covered with countless corpses, and if the corpses are not buried and cremated, it will definitely form a huge plague if it is allowed to develop.

At that time, in this Warring States Period, where medical care was extremely backward, once a huge plague occurred, it would be a huge disaster for the entire grassland and the Qin State.

Time is passing, and after tens of thousands of soldiers have cleaned up the battlefield, the grassland that was full of corpses and rivers of blood has become much cleaner.

The bodies of all the Yiqu soldiers have been buried on the spot, so that the Qin soldiers are collected by the Qin soldiers themselves, ready to be cremated later.

The method of cremation was told to everyone by King Yingji of Qin before the army set out, and the people who originally adhered to the principle of letting the dead into the ground for peace refused to do so.

But later, Ying Ji specifically told Zhang Han that if he did not dispose of this huge number of corpses, it would be serious.

Zhang Han told Guo Xin and Wang Xiaojie about this, and the two also accepted Yingji's body cremation method in their hearts after a strong ideological struggle.