The isolated Ding Zhuang was shocked at first, but they could not have imagined that the Junchen Shanyu would massacre these old and weak people, call their fathers and mothers, and be in chaos. If it weren't for the soldiers surrounding them, they would have rushed up.

However, this situation did not last long, and after the shock, they became happy. In today's predicament, the elderly and weak will drag them down. They will not be full and cannot drink well. It is inevitable that they will die. If these elderly and weak people die, they will only benefit and not harm them. There will no longer be useless people to waste jerky, and they will be able to eat and drink well.

The commotion between the Ding Zhuang gradually subsided. He opened his eyes wide and watched the soldiers massacre, as if watching a play. Among the old and weak, they were their parents, their elders, their relatives, and their friends, but they were still indifferent.

This is the Huns!

If this situation occurs in the Han Dynasty, if you don’t say anything else, just saliva will drown people. You will criticize people for being unfilial, or be called beasts. For your own parents, even if they are unable to work, their children will have to raise them, not let them suffer or starve them.

The slaughtered soldiers rushed over on horseback, waving their machetes. They raised their machetes high, but found that they were their parents and relatives, and they couldn't make any moves, so the machetes stopped in the air.

These parents were surprised and shouted loudly: "My son, save me!"

However, these soldiers did not save them, they were just stunned and had no intention of saving each other. Although the Huns were noble, strong and cheap, they were their own parents after all, and they could not start.

"Let's change it!"

At this moment, someone was talking loudly beside him.

A soldier who says this must have met his parents and relatives and cannot do anything. To solve this problem, it is actually very simple, that is, exchange, if you kill my parents, I kill your parents, will you be happy?

"Okay!"

The idea was immediately implemented, and the soldiers exchanged the killing of their parents without any sympathy.

In this way, none of these old and weak people survived and died one after another under the knife.

There were hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu gathered in Longcheng, of which the old and weak accounted for most, and no less than 200,000. If so many people wanted to kill them, they would not be able to be completed in a short time. The Xiongnu killed them for three days before they could all be killed.

When the screams stopped, there were countless corpses piled up in the northwest of Longcheng. At first glance, there were corpses everywhere, lying everywhere, and I don’t know how many of them were.

There is even a peculiar place where there is less snow here than elsewhere, and the terrain is lower. The reason why it is so low is that the snow here melts the blood.

To put it in a very literary phrase, it is "the sky is three feet high".

The snow here is bright red and the colors are particularly bright, which makes people unable to open their eyes.

The red here continues, and decades later, it is still full of red.

Junchen Shanyu was wearing a fox fur and holding a golden scepter in his hand. His chest was undulating rapidly. He looked at the corpse on the snow, his eyes were red, and tears could no longer be held back, and he flowed down his cheeks.

His knees softened, and he slowly knelt down and shouted: "The people of the Great Huns: This is caused by the Han people! This is caused by Zhou Yang! The Great Huns must take revenge! They must defeat the Han people, invade Chang'an, and wash away the shame! This Shanyu vowed here that he must chop off Zhou Yang's head with his own hands! Use his head to pay tribute to the people of the Great Huns!"

"Woooooo!"

What responded to him was not the earth-shaking cheers, not the "Utra", but the crying.

Killing these old and weak is beneficial to him, and the Huns are very happy. However, they are also sad, after all, they are their parents and relatives, so they have to cry.

As a result, the Huns' cries were earth-shaking, and the cries were so loud that they were no worse than the roar of "Utra".

However, the Holocaust is not over yet.

Junchen Shanyu stood up and shouted, "Come here, I will send orders to all tribes. All the elderly, weak women who cannot give birth to cubs will be killed!"
Chapter completed!