In the southeast of Zhangye County, the one-sided massacre on the field is coming to an end.

The entire hard yellow earth ground was dyed red, with feet constantly trampling over, horse hooves, dust particles filled the battle between the figures of fighting and running wildly, and people were everywhere on the battlefield, some of the horses were falling down, falling on the corpses of their companions, and more corpses, the wounded extended to the surroundings, and the blood flowed out gathered into a viscous puddle.

The figures of fighting and shouting came and went. A Qiang man holding a weapon was crawling on the ground, crying wildly, his lower body soaked in red. He dragged a long blood blanket out during the crawling. His legs bent and deformed, and broke from the middle. The white broken bones pierced the flesh and blood and exposed to the air. The other foot was stepped on by the horse's hooves and became bloody and blurred. Several toes that could be seen were hanging down and hanged on them and swayed slightly as they moved.

In his crawling vision, his companion's feet stepped forward from the front. When he started fighting with a Han soldier, he gritted his teeth and turned around, grabbed the soil and crawled desperately, allowing himself to avoid the battle group. Behind him, his body lying on his bloody face, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Ah——" the terrifying cry sounded, and the crawling figure cried and crawled faster. However, behind him, the Han Zhu, who was still bleeding from the tip of the knife, noticed him and rushed forward in a few steps. The Qiang man screamed and waving his arms to drive the other party away. The sword light fell, and the dancing arms were taken into the air.

The blade fell down again, penetrated into the back of the Qiang soldiers, and nailed the man to the ground.

The vision rose to the sky. There were few Qiang people who were still resisting in this field. The injured and undead curled up on the ground and groaned in pain. Most of the remaining ones abandoned their weapons and squatted down to look at the Han soldiers who were walking through their sight with their swords. These people had already begun to clean the battlefield. After a casual knife was made up for the undead Qiang people, someone came to receive the prisoners. A large number of Qiang soldiers and prisoners were gathered and tied up several people with a rope, or even a dozen people. Xiahou Yuan went to count the number, and then sent more than 3,000 more people to look after the prisoners.

——More than 46,000 people surrendered.

The dark scene of prisoners came into Xiahou Yuan's eyes, and his eyes sank. The three armies were outside, and the number of prisoners was more than twice that of his main force. It was a very dangerous situation. Even if he surrendered now, no one could guarantee whether these prisoners would suddenly cause chaos when they were fighting with others. On the other hand, more than 40,000 mouths were needed to eat, which was also something he needed to consider carefully.

Staring at the prisoner for a moment, he turned his gaze to Cao Chun: "Zihe, take people to a hidden place and dig a big hole."

The latter pressed the hilt on the horse's back and nodded without saying anything. He had been in the army for a long time, from the grassland to the Central Plains, he followed Gongsun Zhi and his brother Cao Cao to see many such scenes. Moreover, in such an environment, there were only one way to go for surrendered soldiers.

The signs of the mobilization of troops attracted a lot of attention.

Huang Zhong, who had already dismounted and rested, looked at the group of people and looked at the prisoners there, and probably thought of something. He quickly got on the horse and went to meet Xiahou Yuan, who was issuing orders. Wei Yan, the deputy general beside him, hurriedly followed him. Before he could dissuade him, the former had already raised his hand: "The last general Huang Zhong has seen the general of the guard."

"Is General Huang from Jingchu?" Xiahou Yuan sent the messenger away and turned his head to look.

"Nanyang people."

Wei Yan also bowed: "The last person in Yiyang is the last person."

"Then you two don't command your own soldiers, what's the point of coming to find me?"

"Zhong saw Cao Chun, the commander of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, go to a place where no one is... Huang Zhong looked solemnly, looking at the captives tied up there: "The three armies are fighting outside. Although there are a little more prisoners, the killing of prisoners is unknown. Treat them with caution to the general of the guards."

"How can I not know about this?" Xiahou Yuan's eyes sank and said in a low voice: "Now that the Western Expedition has begun, Liangzhou will be the way for your and my army to return. The baggage must be passed. If you release them, if you have a long supply line, who can guarantee that they will not rob? I will guarantee that they will not kill you?"

While the three of them were talking, a cavalry rushed toward each other: "General, Governor Gongsun has led his army here."

After sending the scout away, Xiahou Yuan said to the white-bearded and old general opposite: "Since the governor is here, I will retreat as the governor. If the old general has anything to say, go and talk to Governor Gongsun. Don't go too late." He bowed, his tone was quite proud.

To the southwest, a white wolf flag emerged from the forest. After more than 3,000 horses boarded the field, they accelerated and moved closer to this side. When the vigilant coalition cavalry, the infantrymen, saw the flag, hung down their swords and made way out, rolled up smoke and dust and stepped on the sound of horse hooves. Then they slowly stopped twenty feet away. The wolf mane armored body lifted the cloak, took off the horse's back, and strode over here.

"The last general Huang Zhong, Wei Yan, and Xiahou Yuan have met the governor." The three figures quickly dismounted and bowed to the people coming.

A bloody head was thrown to the ground and rolled under the feet of the three of them.

"No need to be polite."

The tall figure waved his hand, and then Li Ke came over to unscrew the water bag. Gongsun Zhi reached out to clean the blood stains while looking at the three of them: "I can hear you three gathered together and talk from a distance. "

Huang Zhong looked at the other two people, lowered his voice and said his previous opinions again. The generals were the same, but the temperaments of people were very different. After saying that, he started to take action: "Please also ask the governor to blame him."

"What's the blame?" Gongsun Zhi wiped his hands and walked over and gently pressed the other party's hand. "...Who has no objection? The old general is right to have an idea, but in this matter, I want to stand on the side of the general of the Guard. If I simply come to pacify the Qiang Rebellion in Liangzhou, after Cheliji died, it doesn't matter if these people were released. It would be left to the governor of Liangzhou to slowly manage it."

He walked over the three people with his hands in his arms, looking at the black prisoners over there, and his voice became cold: "It's a pity that the situation is different now. In the general direction, we are rushing to the Western Regions and even to the west. We don't have time to spend seven or eight years on the grassland to sinicize the Huns, Xianbei, and Wuhuan."

Gongsun Zhi turned around and strode back and turned his horse: "...... The Qiang people have been in chaos for hundreds of years, but it is not without roots. They first surrendered to the Xiongnu. During Emperor Jing, they came to surrender to the Han Dynasty and said they were willing to guard Longxi. When Emperor Wu, they colluded with the Xiongnu and had to force Emperor Wu to issue an order to move westward. In the fifth year of Yuanding, these Qiang people formed a group and joined forces with the Xiongnu to join more than 100,000 troops to stay in the county... Before and after, the rebellion was not counted with both hands. We Han people took them in and raised them for a long time, but what did they raise?"

"......... Is there still less trouble in Shengmien fighting Mi Qiu?" Gongsun Zhi tied the reins and rushed out with a loud voice: "All prisoners are killed. Remember to leave your head and pull them over, and remind them that the sword is always harder than the neck-"

The three of them watched the wolf king go to the battlefield, and Xiahou Yuan bowed and said goodbye. Huang Zhong sighed at the prisoners and smiled, "I understand the truth. Maybe I am a little bit sensitive." Wei Yan next to him didn't say anything, and stood with him for a long time. When the sun was west, a group of Qiang prisoners were escorted by cavalry to the big pit dug behind Linye.

The red sunset shone down, and countless corpses were piled up in the pit. When the Qiang people pulled over by the rope saw this scene, they were so scared that they were trembling all over. Some cried and wanted to escape. However, the soldiers waiting pulled the rope and dragged them over, pressed them hard, or hit them with swords and weapons, knelt on the ground, and the figure who was executing with a knife came forward, raised the knife and cut it down, and the miserable screams came to an abrupt end. The heads rolled on the ground with different expressions.

Someone suddenly broke away from the rope, struggled to get up, and ran back with his legs spread out and ran back desperately: "I don't want to die, I want to live--"

But no one can understand.

When Cao Chun hit a strong general head-on, he kicked him to the ground with one foot, pulled out the blade from his waist and walked over, and stepped on the Qiang soldier who was still trying to struggle under his feet. The most shrill scream made a sudden slash.

"If you don't die of racial disputes, I will die!"

The head with a big mouth opened and the torn flesh threw it into the sky, reflected into the red sunset, and then fell.

The red clouds swept over like a tide.

A head fell heavily to the ground, rolled down the gentle slope, stuck on a stone, facing the setting sun. This was a woman's face - Xiang Daminzhu.

Dayugu.

The flames swept into the sky with thick smoke, covering the sky. A tent and a fire burned in the wooden house. Occasionally, the smell of burnt corpses came from the passing wind. It was too late to run out of the thatched hut. The Qiang people in the tent were still engulfed by the flames on the ground, burning and curling in a ball.

This place, which has become the most powerful tribe of the Qiang people twice, is now trapped in a massacre, with cries and screams mixed together, and the fire makes such a dusk even more bloody.

"In the past, maybe I could let them go, but unfortunately when I encountered the Western Expedition, Liangzhou was the only way to pass as a baggage, and it was impossible for foreigners to linger..."

Under the white-maned lion's helmet, the words slowly spoke from Ma Chao's mouth. While gently wiping the blood stains on the sword's edge, he looked at the piles of Qiang people driven into a valley on the other side of the mountain wall by the cavalry. It was covered with dead branches and hay. There were many Qiang children among them, who were innocently holding their mother's hand and jumped in.

"...... And, soldiers just have to obey orders."

The sword edge was inserted back into the scabbard, and the dyed red white silk handkerchief was thrown to the ground. Ma Chao had a handsome and masculine face, but there was not much pity in his eyes at this time, and he looked even more fierce. He waved his hand violently: "Kill!"

Arrows with flames shot down from the valley, and the fire shone on the mountain wall and reflected into his eyes. Countless shrill screams sounded from the inside. Soon after, more people died here.

....

In the evening, it became dark, but it started to rain.

Several large pits filled with corpses were filled with backfilling in the hands of soldiers, and the rustling sound of rain washing away the leaves seemed to put an end to the lives of these people.

Huang Zhong stood under the tree and watched the whole process, and couldn't help but sigh. Wei Yan came over: "This is the way of the world. If the Qiang people were in power, they would not be able to tolerate the lives of your and my soldiers. Let's go. The governor gathered in the big tent to discuss the matter of the Western Expedition. Let's go."

"Um."
Chapter completed!