"Quick, line up, finish the three-way drum, shoot directly if you don't line up, a team of ten, hurry up!" Qin Jun impatiently commanded Zhao Jun to line up.

"Stand up first, everyone stretches out their right hand, and if anyone dares to resist, kill the whole team directly."

"There were ten chips in each box, seven black and three red. If you draw the black one, hurry up and push the red one into the pit. Whoever moves slowly will have to die for the whole team. ”

No one wants to draw that red chip, no one wants to die.

Most of them clutched their bleeding right hand, gritted their teeth and endured the pain, chanted words in their mouths, and prayed to all the gods in their knowledge that they could draw the black chip.

Later, he repeatedly wiped his blood-stained hands on his clothes, fearing that the blood on them would stain the black chips red.

In case of luck.

Someone was ecstatic, but luckily it wasn't me.

Someone is depressed, why me.

Someone was helpless, lowered his head, took heavy steps, and silently walked into the pit without saying a word.

Some people wanted to resist, and even incited the people around them to join them, but immediately, they were pushed into the pit with their surviving ecstatic companions.

There are also successful incitements. But the crossbow arrows of the Qin army were never absent and came as promised.

Some people pushed each other, for fear that the Qin army would shoot their entire team because of this, but because they were evenly matched, they finally fell into the pit together and could not get up again.

Someone cried silently, and then found that the red chips in his hand were exchanged by others. The man smiled at himself, as if to say that you are still young, don't die here in vain.

He was old and willing to die for himself.

The ecstasy of escaping death and the inexplicable emotion come together.

Joys and sorrows are everywhere.

In fact, more than half of the first batch of more than 60,000 people had lost their breath when they entered the pit.

The surrendering troops outside the pit are some with the ecstasy of the rest of their lives, some with guilt for their robes, and some are completely numb.

They either filled the pit with a shovel in their left hand or kicked the pit with their feet.

The people in the pit either cursed, or wept, or numb, or laughed at what they had done all day yesterday, and they had dug their own graves.

Such a scene, not to mention the ordinary Qin army, even middle-level generals such as Meng Wu and Yang Duanhe were extremely unbearable to watch.

Several times, Yang Duanhe even wanted to stop the pit killing.

And when Gao Ping was closed, the senior generals such as Duke Qi and Wang Yi even felt very frightened in their hearts.

The fear comes from standing on the highest place, with a blank face, and even sitting on a chair drinking the white rise of the syrup.

It's just that no one knows whether the syrup is used as a condiment to let Bai Qi appreciate the pit killing in front of him, or whether the pit killing is used as a condiment to let Bai Qi taste the syrup in his mouth.

When 60,000 people were buried, only a third of the pit had been filled.

All the soldiers sat numbly on the periphery of the pit, and the joy of escaping death was gone.

They had just killed their companions with their own hands, in order to survive.

Woo!

The horn of the Qin army sounded again.

Then, Lei He sneered and took the most elite more than 100,000 Qin troops to surround and surrender the troops.

"Wu Anjun said, you fought hard and deserve to be rewarded. Today, these Zhao dogs are all counted according to the armor, and each head is counted as a gong. And you don't have to cut it, just push it into the pit. ”

"Wang Jian Yang Duan and Meng Wu, you take your headquarters and fill the pit with soil, which is a great achievement, this is a good errand that Wu Anjun wants to take care of you and specially arrange for you."

After speaking, those elite Qin troops smirked and approached the remaining more than 100,000 surrendered troops with weapons.

"Why, why kill us."

"We did what you said."

"Your right hand has been cut off by you, and there is no threat to you."

"Didn't you say you were going to let us go? How did you lie to us. ”

"We just pushed our robes into the pit."

"Please, don't kill me."

"Brothers, fight with them."

"Bai Qi, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost."

The shouts came and went.

But how could the Zhao army, who had lost his right hand, and was still bleeding from severe pain and bleeding, and only had some shovels at hand, be the opponent of the Qin army.

A head, promoted to a public servant, got a field, a house and a servant.

What is the Qin army fighting for, in order to increase the number of officials and become knights.

These surrendered troops are far easier to deal with than the enemy on the battlefield.

Ten heads, promoted hairpins, 3 hectares (300 acres) of fields, 3 houses of houses, each meal has a bucket of polished rice, half a liter of sauce, a plate of vegetable soup, and half a stone of hay.

Mountains of blood and corpses, wailing all over the wilderness. Kill, unleash the most primitive desires in your heart. Loosen the tight strings in your heart.

There will be no more bombing of the camp.

Twenty heads, which can be exempted from serving in shifts (soldiers who serve in turns).

Kill a few more, and after this battle is over, you can go home, and you don't have to come to this hellish battlefield again.

Although most of them will eventually choose to enter the barracks again and fight for higher titles.

Fifty heads, promoted to doctors, became officials.

The Qin army has already killed the red eyes, and every head is a merit.

Sheep-like enemies are not always encountered.

The strong elite is a head, and these weak soldiers in front of them are also a head.

One hundred heads, promoted to the public doctor, the civil lord and the public doctor above, see the county order, Cheng Yi but do not worship.

I still have children at home, and I don't want my children to fight anymore, it's too dangerous. Many Qin soldiers had such thoughts, and the bronze sword in their hands was blunted without noticing.

Two hundred heads, in order to take the public car, called the public car. That is, it is a high lord and can be hereditary. It's just that every generation has to be downgraded.

"Congratulations to Wu Anjun, behead hundreds of thousands, after this battle, the chief is not a problem. The feudal marquis is also just around the corner. Qi Gong said, his voice bitter.

Clearly, he was frightened by the scene in front of him.

Although the Duke of Qi also often killed prisoners, tens of thousands of captives were killed.

However, it was unthinkable for him to kill more than 200,000 captives at one time.

"I don't care about that." Bai Qi's voice was hoarse like the cries of a drowning man before he died.

Apparently, he was also affected.

It's just that, as a courtier of King Qin, there are some things he must do.

The king is merciful.

And he is white, he is bloodthirsty and easy to kill.

Bai Qi didn't close his eyes like many people around him, and couldn't bear to look at them directly. Instead, he forced himself to face forward, staring at those Zhao army soldiers, watching them resist, curse, cry, beg for mercy, and then all die.

Then the Qin army began to fill the pit and step on it. For some reason, their movements became very light and they did not say a word.

At this point, all the sounds are gone. Only the fierce wind whistled by, like crying for more than 200,000 Zhao troops.

Bai Qi understood that after his death, he was destined to be infamy.

This year, the harvest in Bashu is not good, and the logistics of the Qin State have reached the limit.

It was time to withdraw the troops and hand over the battlefield to the states of Zhao and Wei.

Go back to accumulate strength and unify the cause of reunification, which can only be handed over to Wang Jian and Mengwu.

It's just Zhao Kuo, will he get his wish?