Unlike the chaotic Xixia Hall, the three thousand iron cavalry led by Zhang Qing was probably a cup of tea. Then the demons in the eyes of these Xixia people disappeared in front of them like lightning.

My name is Zhang Qing. On the third day of leading the army to carry out His Majesty's mission, in just these three days, I can't remember how many people I've killed. The war horses gallop. Every time I pass a village and a town, the steel knife in my hand will harvest the lives of the people of Xixia like the god of death. I am a soldier and a general. The order I received was to massacre without any emotional color. Just yesterday evening, it was probably time to eat. The people in the town, after a day of busyness, were washing vegetables and washing rice in front of their homes. The children were all there.

Playing and running happily on the spacious streets, it was one of the towns we encountered on the march road. When it comes to this, it is because it is about to be the target of our attack. Amid the terrifying shouts of the people in the town, we appeared in front of them, and the mortars roared wildly. The surroundings of the town were surrounded by my soldiers in the east and west directions except on the south side, and after a round of bombing, I led my troops into the town, watching the soldiers slaughtering the unarmed people unscrupulously, I don’t know.

Is this right or wrong? Dirty war, a tragic war, but if the empire needs it, I will choose war. Looking at their innocent backs, I cannot stop slaughtering everything in front of me, because if I don't kill them, they will kill the people of the Song Dynasty. The knights on the horses waved their sabers, and with the rapid running war horses, the blade gently slashed through the necks of the running people. The blood kept carrying by the steel knife, accompanied by heads filled with terror. I saw a mother holding her in her arms, who was only six or seven years old.

The son, his eyes were filled with fear and tears, but the little boy's eyes were filled with hatred, unforgettable, "Kill them." I beat the horses by them, and told me soldiers that only a cry of sorrow was heard, and I did not look back, because His Majesty said that the great hero of any country would become the devil of fear of another country. When His Majesty said that he would lead us to become the conquers of the world, from then on I knew that the killing would go far with the iron hooves of the Song Dynasty.

With a cavalry of three thousand undamaged cavalry, they galloped out from the south side of the town. Seeing the rushing cavalry, the eyes of the people were filled with despair. Zhang Qing and his knights did not slow down at all. They raised their hips and bowed their waists, raised their sabers, and launched a charge. After a charge, only corpses were left behind the knights.

The camera turns to Lin Chong here

In the sky, Lin Chong rubbed the blood from the sword on the dead body, then put the knife back into the sheath.

"Is there still a living person?"

"There is no general in front of you."

"Burn this village, let's go."

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Lin Chong looked at the detailed pictures of Xixia provided by the CIA and said to the two centurions under his command: "Since we walked twenty miles ahead, there was Yinzhou, and ten miles ahead of us, there was another village. Kill them all. Even if our mission tonight is completed, it is only fifty miles away from Yinzhou. Their cavalry will arrive here within half an hour. Remember to be fast. If we cannot kill them all within three incense sticks, I will immediately retreat into the jungle and set off."

"Yes, General"

After arriving at that village, the villagers in the entire village were packing their luggage and preparing to escape.

"fire"

With just a simple order, the gun gun's gun spewed out the tongue of flames that made the Xixia soldiers and civilians frightened. All the villagers were still packing their luggage in panic, preparing to leave this village that had lived for half a lifetime but was about to be melted by the war. Unfortunately, most of them had no chance of leaving, because Hualang had arrived.

"Stop the shelling and enter the village." Lin Chong pulled out his battle knife and said to his soldiers under his command.

Under the bright white light of the moonlight, black figures, like ghosts, quickly and quietly slid into this riot village.

The soldier with his hands raised his sword and the mud-painted man on his face couldn't see his expression clearly, but his bright eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light, and they were slaughtering him wantonly

"Uncle, please don't kill me. My parents are dead. Please let me go." A little boy knelt on the ground and begged hard. He didn't get what he wanted. Behind the Hualang soldier who turned around, the eyes that looked at the sky, which were endlessly nostalgic, but there was no light. Only the bright red blood flowing from his neck was responding to him.
Chapter completed!