Chapter 780 Finale (XI)
Outside Fengyuan City.
The flying sand looks like a curtain, the dark moon makes the city look suspiciously large at night.
When a huge explosion without warning occurred from the rear of Qianhui's army, one explosion after another approached the front army.
As the body parts were submerged in the flames that shot up into the sky, wave after wave crushed countless lives like ants.
When the most important life tablet far away in the Dahui Palace suddenly broke, Chu Xianping's plan took the last step at this moment.
When all this happened, the 700,000-strong Qianhui army finally collapsed. "Ah!!"
“Run away!!”
“Run away!!”
"Good, good man, spare my life!"
"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
“.”
Screams, wails, pleas for mercy, all kinds of chaotic sounds spread quickly throughout the battlefield like a plague. The flags embroidered with the words "Qian" and "Hui" fell one after another and were then trampled under the feet of the crowded crowd.
They threw away their weapons and weapons and suffered a crushing defeat.
No matter how much the non-commissioned officers in the army shout and scream, once the trend of rout is formed, it will be irreversible.
If one looked down from the sky at this moment, the Qianhui army was like a series of black waves rolling backwards, spreading madly and recklessly in all directions, and finally disappearing into the night.
Of course, only a few have the chance to escape.
For most people, when faced with enemies in front and "underground fire" behind, all they can do is throw down their swords and surrender.
“Clang clang clang!”
Countless long swords and spears fell to the ground, and one soldier after another knelt on the ground with fear on their faces, begging the Ning Shu soldiers, who were enemies the second before, to bypass them.
What's worse, some people would chop off the heads of their companions with knives as a token of their "surrender", or take out some loose change from their pockets to buy their own lives.
Cowardice, fear, despair, betrayal. At this moment, all kinds of complex emotions are intertwined in this small battlefield, and the bottom line of morality and humanity is becoming increasingly illusory.
For the Qianhui soldiers, in order to survive, backbone, dignity, family and country, all these things have long been thrown out of their minds.
As for the Ningshu soldiers, for the sake of military merit and to vent their anger, they were not much better off.
“Puff, puff!”
The shadows of knives were everywhere and heads fell to the ground one after another.
Faced with countless enemies who no longer resisted, the Ningshu soldiers only had one thing to do at this moment -
That is to kill as many people as possible before the officers issue military orders.
Prisoners are not counted for military merit, but their heads are counted.
Therefore, what they saw before their eyes at this moment were not “people” at all, but just the steps leading to the top of fame. This kind of slaughter without resistance was even more frightening than the fierce battle just now.
People are no longer people, and life is no longer life.
When the boundaries between good and evil, right and wrong, black and white gradually become blurred in the night, this battlefield becomes a Shura field, and all that remains are the most instinctive desires of human nature.
From this perspective, perhaps there is no distinction between good and evil in war.
In other words, the winner will always be the "just" side.
"Changtian!"
On the north side of the battlefield, when Liang Zhen rushed to Wei Changtian, the two Kuilong men had already fled far away.
When the army showed signs of collapse, they chose to flee without hesitation.
Wei Changtian did not chase after him. He just put away the Moon-picking Sword that he had not yet used, and then stood in the air and silently watched everything happening under his feet.
To be honest, the sudden defeat of Qianhui's army was understandable. After all, no one could withstand that horrific explosion just now.
But on the other hand, this was undoubtedly beyond everyone's expectations.
Because before the explosion started, no one would have thought that the situation would turn out like this.
"Changtian, this, this is all arranged by you?"
Beside him, Liang Zhen once again looked at the flames still burning in the distance. There was no joy of victory in his tone, but rather some lingering fear.
"no."
Retracting his gaze, Wei Changtian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It should be Chu Xianping."
"Chu Xianping?!"
His eyes suddenly widened, Liang Zhen was stunned for a long while, and then at a certain moment he suddenly blurted out in disbelief: "He is a fake rebel?!"
“That should be it.”
Wei Changtian glanced at Fengyuan City from afar with a very calm expression.
His mood at this moment was the same as Liang Zhen's. He had just won a great victory, but he just couldn't be happy.
Was it because Chu Xianping stole his limelight? Wei Changtian was not the kind of "competitive" person. If possible, he even hoped that he would do nothing and let others handle all the problems.
What's more, if Chu Xianping hadn't been here this time, the Ningshu coalition would have suffered countless casualties, and he would have been forced to use the Tiaoyue Sword again, and even spend a lot of system points.
But why don’t I feel happy? “Uncle Liang, something might have happened in Fengyuan. I’ll go back first.”
After a moment, Wei Changtian stopped thinking about it for the time being, turned his head and said to Liang Zhen: "Just keep an eye on this side, and tell me if there is anything."
"good."
When Liang Zhen heard that Feng Yuan might be in trouble, his expression immediately became serious: "Go quickly, nothing will go wrong here with me."
"Okay, I'm leaving now."
Wei Changtian nodded and said nothing more. He quickly turned into a black shadow and headed towards Fengyuan City.
Shortly after he left, several Buddhist monks hurriedly found Liang Zhen.
"General Liang, where is Prince Wei?"
Several monks looked quite embarrassed, probably because they had just suffered a great loss in the battle with Kuilong's men.
"Changtian has something to do so he has to go back to Fengyuan first."
Liang Zhen looked at the frowning faces of the few people and asked in confusion, "What urgent matter are you monks looking for him for?"
"Amitabha, General Liang, can't you see this scene?"
After they looked at each other, a Buddhist monk pointed to the battlefield below and said with compassion: "Now that the outcome has been decided, why do you still allow your soldiers to slaughter the enemy's surrendered soldiers like this?"
"General, please give the order quickly and don't hurt Tianhe again!"
“.”
The tone was urgent and the expression was sad and angry.
It can be seen that these Buddhist monks were not pretending to be compassionate, but they really could not bear to watch the scene of the massacre of surrendered soldiers.
They were clearly fighting desperately with Kui Long's men before, but now they turned around and begged for mercy for the enemy . In response to their request, Liang Zhen just smiled and answered casually:
"I understand that the monks are compassionate."
"But I am only a warrior, and I only know the principle of not being soft-hearted towards the enemy."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything extreme."
"In half an hour, I will order the army to put down their swords."
"Before that, if the senior monks cannot bear to watch, then they should not watch."
"You Buddhists often say that you can become a Buddha right away if you put down your butcher knife."
"Anyway, as long as you don't kill, you can become a Buddha. So what difference does it make if you do it earlier or later?"
“.”
In the sky, the crescent moon became bright again, and the stars in the sky emitted a faint and clear light.
It was still early in the morning, and the moonlight shone through the thick night fog, covering the battlefield with a layer of silver gauze.
Amid the sound of killing that never stopped, this epic war came to an end.
According to statistics afterwards, less than 100,000 of the more than 700,000 Qianhui troops managed to escape, more than 300,000 were killed in the battle, and more than 300,000 were captured.
If we add in those who died in previous battles, of the 1.2 million troops that entered Xinfeng, in the end only 100,000 were able to return to their homeland.
The mountains are covered with snow and the rivers are covered with ice, the wilderness is desolate, the smoke of war is green and the bones are white.
The war is over.
The war has just begun.
(End of this chapter)
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