"Devil, you said you wouldn't kill prisoners."

Gula was still immersed in the sorrow of his brother's murder. Seeing his tribesmen being slaughtered, he cried out frantically at Lin Han.

On this grassland, the darkness before us is like hell on earth.

"I didn't kill him, they did."

Lin Han pointed at the Yellow Turban soldiers who were blood-thirsty, and ignored Gula's crying. He just watched the massacre in front of him quietly.

He had seen too much misery in this game.

When the Hu people marched south to plunder, the Chinese land was equally miserable. He could clearly feel the emotions of the game characters, exactly the same as real people.

Now the roles are reversed and no one sympathizes with anyone.

If these prisoners found their leader and mutinied, his team would be in chaos. He had other plans and could not bring these prisoners with him.

"You are the devil."

Gula looked at Lin Han in fear.

"I beg you, don't kill me."

Lin Han remained unmoved and ignored her insults. After a moment, all the dead captives turned into cold corpses.

Lin Han ordered his men to organize their troops and rest on the spot.

When the sun rose the next day, the soldiers who had fought last night could clearly see the results of their battle.

Eighty thousand Wuhuan people were killed, but their bodies were not buried last night and were scattered all over the ground.

Crows and steppe eagles had already settled on the corpse, enjoying a hearty breakfast. The wolves only dared to tear at the corpse from a distance, not daring to approach Lin Han's horses.

This is because the team is too evil and the wolves are afraid.

"Order the bodies to be buried, the scattered cattle to be gathered, and the army to be ready to march, our target being White Wolf Mountain."

Lin Han raised his arms and shouted.

There were only 6,000 people left in the team, but their morale and combat effectiveness had not declined. Instead, they became more cohesive. When they heard Lin Han's call, they immediately cheered.

They had been harassed by the Wuhuan people for too long, and some of their families had been destroyed. This time they finally got their revenge.

An hour later, the army set out again.

A mighty force of 100,000 war horses and a herd of more than 6,000 cattle headed towards the Wuhuan royal court on Bailang Mountain in Liucheng.