"Please...please, Qin warriors, spare my men! From now on, we will follow Qin's lead!" Mu'er knelt on the ground, pleading repeatedly, trying to get the wicked man to let them go.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" The wicked husband couldn't understand what he was saying, nor did he want to. He simply waved two fingers forward.
Wang Li and Meng Tian immediately led their men forward and hacked the remaining less than two thousand Huan Rong people who were kneeling on the ground to death, not even giving them a chance to cry out for their parents.
In no time, severed limbs and torsos lay scattered on the ground, the still-warm blood melting the frozen ground beneath their feet and seeping into it, emitting a foul and pungent odor.
The soldiers stood at attention, awaiting the wicked man's next command.
“If we say we’ll wipe out the race, we have to do it. Let’s go and thoroughly clean up their camp!” The wicked man was unmoved by the hellish scene before him and turned to walk straight back in the direction they had come from.
"Keep up!"
Wang Li and the others immediately called for their soldiers to follow. As the commander-in-chief, Efu walked, and they naturally did not ride horses. The group marched in a grand procession toward the Huanrong camp.
The camp was silent. The elderly, women, and children were hiding very well, eagerly waiting for the return of the able-bodied members of their tribe.
They didn't take it too seriously. They had encountered similar crises several times before, but the chieftain and the men had always managed to defeat them.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from outside the camp. Upon closer listening, it turned out to be the sound of dense footsteps and the neighing of horses' hooves.
"Is Abu back?" The child, nestled in his mother's arms, smiled with delight and cheered involuntarily.
“Shh!
His mother quickly covered his mouth, her expression visibly tense.
In the past, if the clan chief returned, he would always shout and announce it to them. However, this time was different from usual, and there was definitely something strange about it.
The elderly, weak, women, and children of the Huanrong tribe who had been hiding began to tense up, because they heard intermittent voices that were not in their tribe's language at all.
Furthermore, these people seemed to have begun searching within the tribe, and cries of many tribesmen could be heard.
"Oh no, clan leader, could it be... could it be..." The clan elders, who were gathered together, changed their expressions drastically. As they looked at each other, an atmosphere of fear enveloped them.
The fear didn't last long. Qin soldiers found the hiding place of these elders and violently dragged them out.
As the Qin soldiers continued their search, more and more Huanrong people were captured and brought to the center of their tribe. They all looked at the Qin army with terrified expressions.
After the battle, the soldiers were covered in blood, and many of their long swords were still dripping blood, which indirectly told the Huan Rong people present.
Their people and able-bodied men... are gone!
"Qin's elite warriors, could you spare us? It was the clan leader's decision, it has nothing to do with us!" an elder said, mustering his courage.
"Um?!"
Listening to the clan elder's broken and halting Qin dialect, the wicked husband showed a hint of surprise, "You old thing, you know quite a lot."
The elder quickly smiled apologetically and whispered, "When I was young, I had dealings with Old Qin, and I learned a thing or two from him."
"Alright, that's great!" The wicked man became extremely happy, which stunned the clan elder, who couldn't help but feel excited, thinking that the wicked man was going to release him.
Unfortunately, what her wicked husband said next plunged him into an icy abyss.
"I am the Qin State's Commandant General, Efu, here on the orders of the King of Qin to slaughter your clan, exterminate your lineage, and wipe out your race, to show that the Qin State cannot be bullied!"
The wicked man stared directly at the clan elder before him and said, word by word, "Tell your clan the truth, and I will give you a quick death."
The elder was terrified by the words that contained boundless murderous intent. He swallowed hard and wanted to continue pleading for mercy, but the wicked man knew what he wanted to say and immediately gave Zhang Han a wink.
"Whoosh~"
With a sinister grin, Zhang Han drew his sword and casually chopped off the old man's left hand, then his right hand and both feet, turning him into a human stump in the blink of an eye.
"ah...."
The piercing screams and cruel methods terrified the Huanrong people, and the old man swallowed his words.
A look of despair crossed his face, and he loudly translated his husband's words to his people. He finally understood that these Qin soldiers were determined to annihilate them, and any further pleas would be futile.
It's better to die a quick death, at least you won't have to suffer before you die.
Upon hearing the elder's words, the group of Huan Rong people could no longer hold back and burst into tears, their mournful cries revealing their despair and misery.
"Hmm, it's a bit noisy. Chop up those brats and old bones." The wicked man picked at his ear and flicked away a piece of earwax.
While Wang Li and Meng Tian hesitated, Zhang Han and the other two had already surrounded them with the soldiers of the Black Dragon Armored Army.
A scene a hundred times more gruesome than what had just unfolded before Wang Li, Meng Tian, and the ten thousand Qin soldiers. The pungent smell of blood and the chilling screams and cries made many soldiers turn pale and feel as if they were about to vomit.
"vomit...."
Finally, Wang Li and Meng Tian couldn't hold on any longer and quickly ran to the side to vomit.
The two men's vomiting seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with tens of thousands of Qin soldiers also dry heaving, except for less than two thousand who still managed to endure it.
Before long, the Black Dragon Armored Army sheathed their swords and stood still, leaving only the terrified Huanrong woman sobbing softly.
"General, kill them all!"
The wicked man nodded, then turned to look at Wang Li, Meng Tian, and the soldiers who were still vomiting, a cold glint in his eyes.
"You have truly disappointed me."
Upon hearing the wicked husband's words, they all turned around, forgetting even to vomit.
"Uh... Brother, what do you mean by that?" Wang Li asked, his face pale, forcing back vomiting.
The wicked man sighed and said in a deep voice, "What is the meaning of your existence as men of Qin?"
"To protect our homeland and defend against foreign enemies."
Upon hearing this, the soldiers nodded subconsciously. Putting aside the unwillingness of being conscripted, this was indeed the mission and duty of a soldier.
The wicked man continued, "In the past, the ruler of Qin led the people of Qin to conquer the world we have today amidst the encirclement of powerful enemies."
"I don't need to elaborate on the methods used by barbarians from other places; I'm sure you're already aware of them."
"If the roles were reversed today, and it was our Qin citizens who were captured, how would they treat us?"
These words made them fall into deep thought. Those who were young had only heard about it in their daily lives, but it was a different story for those who were older.
Many of them experienced the ravages of war when they were young, and some even lost their entire families to foreign enemies.
"If a soldier harbors compassion and kindness, he is indirectly harming his own people!"
The wicked man looked around with a solemn gaze and said heavily, "In the future, some of you may become generals with military power, while others may retire to their hometowns or die on the battlefield."
"I hope you will remember that if you have the opportunity, you must not show any personal feelings. You must eradicate the root of the problem completely in order to ensure the peace and prosperity of our China."
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