"Your Highness, do you mean to let Huo Zichu go?"
"Just because of this, you're going to pardon him for the crimes of harming his own brothers and colluding with foreign invaders?"
"The crimes committed by Huo Zichu are too numerous to count. If you let it go so easily, this humble general will not accept it!"
Many soldiers who had lost loved ones knelt on the ground, their faces filled with indignation.
Qin Yue Zhao looked up at the sky, feeling somewhat sad.
She could kill Huo Zichu, but now is not the time.
For a long time, the mourning hall was deathly silent.
The cold wind blew the large military flag and the white silk flowers fluttered loudly.
Finally, Huo Zichu lay prostrate on the ground.
"Your Highness, please don't be troubled! Over the years, I have been misled by slander and made mistakes. I don't ask to live, I only ask to do something to gain the forgiveness of the Huo family army!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Yue Zhao raised her voice: "Fine, then kill these barbarians to avenge the fallen soldiers of the Huo family, to avenge General Nan, and to avenge the people of Liangcheng!"
These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, startling the barbarian captives into cursing loudly:
"Damn it! Qin Yuezhao, you bitch, even if I die, I won't let you go!"
"Huo Zichu, Prince Moge is truly blind, deceived by you, you beast! You shall die a horrible death!"
"Hahaha, Huo Zichu, do you think killing us will wash away the blood on your hands? All these years, you've followed Mog like a dog, and you've only made a fool of yourself..."
A flash of cold light, and the broadsword slashed through the sky.
"puff!"
Before the barbarian could finish speaking, his neck was severed with a single stroke.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the head rolled off with a thud, landing in a dent on the marble floor.
His eyes bulged out; he died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.
Huo Zichu stared fiercely at the roaring and cursing Northern barbarian prisoners, like the Grim Reaper.
"What is the Nine-Power Treaty? When have the Northern Barbarians ever followed it?"
"Today, I will atone for the mistakes I made in the past. You barbarians all deserve to die!"
He hated these barbarians, and hated himself even more, so he thought it better to just let it all end like this.
The northern barbarian prisoners trembled with fear at the roar.
In the end, all the hatred and resentment turned into the clash of swords.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
The second, the third... jets of blood spurted from the severed necks of the prisoners until the last Northern Barbarian prisoner's head fell to the ground.
The scene was extremely bloody and brutal.
Huo Zichu coldly held up the knife, not even blinking.
Huo Jiajun and Nan Jiajun couldn't help but shed tears.
Some wept for General Nan, some felt sorrow for their own children and relatives, and some were heartbroken because they had won a battle but their loved ones could not see it.
Qin Yue Zhao listened to the wailing and silently closed her eyes.
It's good to cry it out; once you've cried it out, you can laugh freely in the days to come.
Just then, a deafening rumble of thunder suddenly echoed through the gray night sky, blasting the horizon into a blinding white.
Immediately, large flakes of gray snowflakes fell to the ground.
Everyone looked up and exclaimed in disbelief, "Your Highness, it's snowing! It's snowing gray snow!"
That wasn't snow; it was the flames of war falling after a long standoff, and also the spirits of the fallen Huo and Nan families.
Qin Yue Zhao opened her eyes, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"Guards, take Huo Zichu away and have him draw a portrait of the Northern Barbarian spies hiding in the city. We will make a decision after I personally escort the coffin of the old general and send him on his way!"
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