"Can Gang, Duan Xiu, Jiufeng, attacked Yangzhou, slaughtered 18 cities and then fled overseas, with more than tens of millions of casualties."

Each word was like a big rock hitting, making Yang Fanhai dizzy and unable to determine himself. The three names were like three steel knives inserted into his heart one by one, making his eyes turn black. He couldn't help but thump and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Gongsun Xuanyuan looked at him and said for a while: "If you release prisoners privately, you will be killed without mercy. Even if you have a high position and a powerful position, even if you are the general of the North of China. Why do you dare to do this? Is it because of your great spirit of sacrifice?"

"No...no! You feel that you have made contributions to China and it is a great contribution, or you think that China needs you now, so I will not execute you easily, and I will keep you!"

"Yes, you guessed it right. For public and China need you, very much. For private, I don't have many friends, and I have fewer friends who can make friends with you in private. You are one. For public and private, I will not kill you. But don't you think you should give me an explanation?"

Yang Fanhai held the paper and trembled all over, his mouth was red, and he could not control it. Suddenly, he finally knew why the eyes of Ziyi's eyes were so just now. Yangzhou was her territory, and all the people killed were her people. If she hadn't adhered to the moral principles of a wife and regarded Gongsun Xuanyuan as the supreme, she would have been directly criticizing her just now.

At this time, Gongsun Xuanyuan pointed to the battle report and said, "Yang Fanhai, I always think you are a qualified soldier, because you never ask me too many conditions. You always ask me where the enemy is, and you will never hesitate."

"Someone has said that soldiers do not need to think. Although this is extreme, it may not be unreasonable. Officials in the court may like to intrigue, but because of intrigue, they can see many things more thoroughly. This time you interfere in and do things that you shouldn't do, not only will it not benefit the situation, but it will worsen."

Yang Fanhai heard this and looked at it.

Gongsun Xuanyuan continued: "Most of the people who help China guard the Nanying Front are from the former Black-clothed Kingdom. Their roots are in Yangzhou, where their families live. This time, the 18 cities were slaughtered, and many of the soldiers were killed and injured."

"Hate is not only not eliminated because of your 'mercy', but it is like a bonfire burning more and more. The death of family members is also the death of many family members. Anger needs to be vented. Now the border has become more chaotic and revenge is no longer restricted."

"I don't know how to say it, but I think you should go to Yangzhou to see those people who died because of your 'kindness' for a moment, and come back and tell me what you should do!"

After patting Yang Fanhai on the shoulder, Gongsun Xuanyuan walked out directly.

Yang Fanhai held the battle report and his mind was blank. The piece of paper that should have been as light as Hongyu made him feel as if the legendary Buzhou Mountain was pressing on his chest, and he couldn't even breathe and was about to die.

The witch clan, Yangzhou, Eighteen Cities... and the so-called kindness made Yang Fanhai feel desperate.

Holding the piece of paper, he stood up, walked to the door of the study room in a daze, and looked at the sky, the dark and thick clouds, like mountains, were about to collapse the entire world.

"ah!"

That roar seemed to be asking, and it seemed to be venting, and it was even more blaming myself.

Some soldiers were shocked by this place. When they saw Gongsun Xuanyuan staring at this place in the attic not far away, they did not move. They were all guarding their own position and did not come.

Everyone felt that the atmosphere was extremely strange, but no one dared to approach. Ziyi looked at Yang Fanhai, sighed, and let the dry hair in his hand. The little kid picked a flower and immediately ran to Yang Fanhai happily.

He raised his little hand and handed it over: "Teacher, flower!"

Yang Fanhai bowed his head, and a violent aura instantly destroyed the flower without leaving any left.

Xiao Ganhuang frowned and asked in confusion: "Teacher, don't you like flowers?"

The tender voice pulled Yang Fanhai back to his mind. When he lowered his head, tears in his eyes slid down. He could only say softly: "I like it... the teacher likes it!"

When Gan Huang heard this, he immediately giggled and opened his hands and laughed: "Teacher, take me to fly."

"Yeah!" Yang Fanhai nodded, threw away the battle report, picked up Gan Huang, spread his wings, soared into the air, and flew towards Yangzhou.

Ziyi only had time to shout: "Hey, remember to breastfeed him!"

Without any response, Yang Fanhai had already left Zhengcheng and flew towards Yangzhou at all speed. As Gongsun Xuanyuan said, he should go and see the eighteen slaughtered cities, and also look at the eighteen hordes who died because of his "mercy".

He spread his wings and flew high, but in the end he turned into a breeze and lightning under the dark clouds, flying across the mountains and rivers. His whole aura was solemn, like a piece of steel. Even the Ganhuang in his arms seemed to feel the heaviness of Yang Fanhai. He did not whisper like before, but looked up at Yang Fanhai's chin and did nothing.

The roaring sky, crossing mountains and ridges, and running wildly. Within five days, I suddenly felt the energy of the heaven and earth ahead stirring. From a distance, I saw the human monks fighting with the witch clan, with countless dead bodies around me.

After looking around carefully, using the sun and the terrain, I realized that I had gone in the wrong direction in panic and reached the junction of Yangzhou and Jingzhou.

The battle here can no longer be described as conflict, but war, both sides dispatched more than 100,000 people. The strength of one side of the human race obviously had an advantage, and the Wu tribe killed was overwhelming.

"Kill them, kill them!"

A large number of human monks were roaring, their eyes full of flames, the light of hatred, igniting the void.

Where to vent hatred... How to vent hatred... Gongsun Xuanyuan's questioning was thunder in his ears, which made Yang Fanhai a little confused.

Seeing that the witch clan was defeated like a tide and the human race was about to pursue, Yang Fanhai finally rushed over, stopped the leading general, and shouted: "Don't chase it, enough!"

The man didn't know who the visitor was, so he slashed out with a sword and shouted: "Those who blocked me died!"

The purple spear crossed and blocked the sword. Yang Fanhai did not repel the opponent, but just held it.

"Who are you!" The man asked in surprise when he saw that it was not the witch clan in front of him.

Yang Fanhai whispered: "I am Yang Fanhai, don't chase after me, it's enough!"

"Enough, how enough! I have more than 100 people from all over the clan, and there is no one left. Why do you make me feel that it is enough?" The man heard this and shouted excitedly: "It's not just me, go and ask, how many of our brothers and the families of many people are gone. Why, why do you let them go, why? General Yang!"

The last sound of almost crying blood, the man waved his sword and slashed out with a sword, directly slashing Yang Fanhai who was roared in a daze. A stream of blood flew out, and his whole person fell to the ground like a meteor, smashing a huge deep pit.

"General Yang, you told me not to kill them, would you kill you?"

Amid the roar, the general fell from the sky with a long sword in his hand and killed at the bottom of the deep pit. The sword energy surged wildly, like a comet filled with frost, extremely terrifying.

The country of Ziyi is different from other places and has little contact with the outside world. The monks inside are all from the form of aristocratic families, and almost all have the guidance of the family, so they practice very quickly. This method makes the entire country of Ziyi obey the orders of the family of Ziyi, but it also means that the monks here have more concerns.

No one can bear the destruction of the entire family.

The terrifying sword light came, and Yang Fanhai flashed and disappeared from the bottom of the pit. He did not continue to entangle and ran away directly. Not only was he afraid of hurting Gan Huang, but he felt that he could no longer face it.

Far away from the border, we went straight to the hinterland of Yangzhou. From afar, we saw fireworks everywhere and desolate. The ruined city walls and the land were rifting and ravines. As we passed by, it seemed like a huge ferocious beast trampled over.

In the ruins, we could hear the crying and shouting. Half a month had passed. Those who died were dead, but those who were alive were tortured by the pain of bereavement.

From the desolate ruins, you can feel the power aura of Jiufeng. Yang Fanhai finally knew what he was wrong. Can Gang and Duan Xiu could persuade him, but Jiufeng was already crazy.

It was because Mu Yifan came to Xuzhou. It would be fine if she had not appeared, but after she appeared, she knew that the person she was looking for was not fiction but real. When Su woke up and found that Mu Yifan was gone, she would inevitably be crazy again, and it was even more terrifying than before.

She couldn't find someone and chose the most witch clan method to vent: massacre, destruction!

This is a hinterland close to the coast. There are not many defenders. The strength is huge and it cannot stop the crazy Jiufeng. What's more, there are Can Gang and Duan Xiu around her. Even if the two of them don't help Jiufeng kill people, they will never watch Jiufeng fall into danger.

A crazy woman, who was not very concerned about the human race, killed her all the way and slaughtered her cities one by one.

The eighteen cities and coastal areas are connected into a line, like a sharp sword, pointing to the distance and piercing into Yang Fanhai's chest.

Slow down, looking at the city after city, the sound of pain and the sound of wind were entangled, like thousands of unjust souls roaring, strands, tied to Yang Fanhai's soul, making him miserable and in pain.

Cities, blurred in front of your eyes, flew into the sky with countless wronged souls, turned into a huge shackle, rushed to your eyes, tightly wrapped around your hands, feet, chest, and head...

It became heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier, and it was difficult to hold on until the last city, and finally fell from the sky like a big bird with broken wings.

Gan Huang flew out of his arms, his whole body was wrapped in a layer of energy, and it was fine to fall to the ground.

Yang Fanhai seemed to be rolling down from the top of the mountain, constantly bounced up and down, and finally fell into the sea.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!