This was a massacre and a bloody disaster, but Huo Qubing was not afraid at all.
How can a general be afraid of these things?
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The sacrifice is ready.
Next is the altar.
Huo Qubing ordered people to prepare a relatively simple altar.
It was placed on the top of the city wall.
Emperor Meiji witnessed everything.
If the wanton slaughter of one's own people could still be tolerated.
Then, in his own capital, he watched the Qin army soldiers go to Fengshan.
That's really intolerable.
But what else could he do?
I could only watch helplessly.
If the Fengshan ceremony is successful, it will be a shame for the entire Japanese nation.
It will be forever remembered by history.
From then on, the Japanese would never be able to raise their heads in front of the Qin people.
Unless one day, the emperor changes and the country changes its government.
Perhaps this shame can be washed away again.
But how could Emperor Meiji allow such a thing to happen?
Huo Qubing climbed up to the altar on foot.
The area was filled with Qin soldiers.
It is not difficult to find from their eyes that they are emitting a glorious glow.
They felt honored to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth in Tokyo Prefecture!
"Offer tribute, offer sacrifices to heaven and earth!"
As soon as Huo Qubing gave an order, he saw the Qin soldiers carrying pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep and other animals and placing them in front of the altar.
Among them was the blood of Japanese pirates.
Many of the old and feeble Japanese pirates who had not yet been killed were witnessing this scene with their own eyes.
They felt extremely humiliated.
But they were powerless and could not change anything.
Huo Qubing sprinkled the blood of the Japanese pirates on the altar.
Then, he faced the sky and held a bowl of blood mixed with the blood of several Japanese pirates, including the blood of Emperor Meiji, which they had cut their fingers and dripped into the bowl.
Huo Qubing held his head high, chest puffed out, and holding the bowl of blood in both hands, he said loudly:
"Heroes of the Qin State, your spirits in heaven are watching as I, Huo Qubing of the Great Qin State, and my brothers have captured the Emperor of Japan, thus erasing the shame that has plagued our Great Qin State for so many years.
I swear here that if the Japanese pirates dare to invade the Great Qin again one day, I, Huo Qubing, will come here once again. Anyone who offends the Great Qin will be punished, no matter how far away they are!
"Even if he is far away, he will be punished!"
"Even if he is far away, he will be punished!"
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Countless Qin soldiers spoke in unison, their voices shaking the world.
They seemed to want to tell those old Qin people who sacrificed their lives fighting against the Japanese pirates in the past hundred years!
Huo Qubing scattered the bowl of blood wine outside the city.
Then he got a bowl of blood wine.
Emperor Meiji's other finger was also cut by the Qin people.
"This bowl of wine is dedicated to His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Qin, and to the previous emperors of the Great Qin. May His Majesty the Emperor bless the Great Qin with everlasting prosperity!"
As soon as the words fell.
The world is changing rapidly.
Xianyang City.
In the royal ancestral temple.
The tablets of the previous emperors suddenly shook violently and emitted a glowing light.
The eunuch who was cleaning the ancestral temple was almost scared to death after seeing this scene.
He quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
In the Xuanzheng Hall.
Ying Yuan, who was handling government affairs, suddenly felt a warm current rising in his body.
He felt that his true dragon energy seemed to be stronger than before.
On top of the city wall of Tokyo.
Huo Qubing began to pour the third bowl of blood wine, and said passionately:
"The third bowl of wine is for heaven and earth, for the Emperor of Heaven and Earth, and for the spirits and gods of all directions.
May the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, and the great roads of the world, forever remember the fact that the men of the Great Qin were enthroned here today!
May God bless Daqin! May God bless Daqin! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew up all around.
It seemed that the ghosts and gods between heaven and earth really responded.
When the Qin army soldiers began to prepare the fourth bowl of blood wine.
Japan's Meiji Emperor has learned his lesson.
He took the knife himself, and instead of cutting his fingers, he cut his palm. For a moment, a large amount of blood flowed into the bowl. He felt a little weak and said:
"Quick, change the bowl, change to a bigger bowl, can we finish it all at once?"
However, the cook of the Qin army did not understand what he was saying. He took the small bowl and was still curious in his heart: Does Emperor Meiji have a tendency to self-abuse?
Obviously a small bowl at a time is enough.
He cut his palm and bled so much, isn't he afraid of death?
Emperor Meiji looked at his palm which was bleeding and fell into deep thought.
Could it be that that bowl was the last one?
After a cup of tea, the cook came again.
Emperor Meiji...
Crying.
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