The crisp green grass is as vast as the ocean, and the clusters of white tents are like white waves adorning it.
In the cluster of tents, the sun was high in the sky, and wisps of smoke rose from the tents. The Xiongnu women were busy cooking and boiling meat, while the men chatted and joked with each other or played with their children during the free time before meals.
Looking at the distant Xiongnu tribes, at the women and children, Wang Han felt a pang of pity. But he thought of the history that would follow: how they would devour the women and children of an entire city in a matter of days, leaving piles of bones outside the city walls, as high as mountains. After the War of the Eight Princes in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the barbarian tribes took advantage of the chaos, ravaging the Central Plains, massacring cities and plundering territories. In the first year of Yongxing, the Xianbei plundered the Central Plains, stealing countless riches and abducting 100,000 Han women, raping them in the evening and cooking them in the morning; thousands of women threw themselves into the river, causing the Yi River to stop flowing. The Jie were tyrannical, treating the Han as "sheep," killing them for food. In the fourth year of Yongjia, they hunted Han people, and over 100,000 loyal and brave officials were shot to death. Soon after, the barbarian Xiongnu set fires on all sides, roasting Han people for food, killing over 200,000. Such atrocities are too numerous to recount! Among them, the white-skinned barbarians were the most rampant. Thinking of the tens of millions of Han people, less than a third remained, in some places even less than one-tenth survived, thousands of families wiped out—they were even more despicable than the Japanese invaders. The last vestige of kindness and compassion in Wang Han's heart was completely obscured, as was the last glimmer of hope for the future of these Xiongnu.
"This is the law of survival and development. I am not a good person, and neither are you. Resent that we are on opposite sides, and resent that history has taught me what cruelty is. Even if humanity possesses civilization, in the future I once lived in, humanity will still abide by the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak. I myself cannot change the nature of people's hearts, eliminate the darkness deep within them, nor can I let go of the ethnic hatred and national sentiment in my heart. I only hope that with the development of civilization, in that unknown future thousands or tens of thousands of years from now, the selfishness and darkness of human nature can be changed. If the resentment is hard to quell after death, then blame me, the outsider who killed you." Wang Han muttered to himself, finally making up his mind. "If I don't go to hell, who will? Since we will be enemies sooner or later, it's best to strike first. Kill."
(Don't accuse the protagonist of indiscriminately killing innocent people. If you don't know, you can search for history from the late Eastern Han Dynasty to the Sui Dynasty on Baidu. It's all there. I can't go into too much detail, so I won't say more here. If you know, enjoy reading this for the thrill; if you don't, enjoy it for the fun of it. Also, the protagonist only targets a few historically extinct groups that are not among the 56 ethnic groups of China, not all of them. After this chapter, the protagonist will become a bit more cold-blooded.)
Having made up his mind, Wang Han took out his sickle, bent his legs, and used the acceleration skill to increase his jumping speed and the strength skill to increase his leg strength. Because he needed the soldiers behind him to clean up the battlefield later, Wang Han did not use the multiplier skill to unleash a terrifying rain of arrows on the Xiongnu.
The next moment, Wang Han exerted force with his legs. With the combined effect of speed and strength, Wang Han flew like a cannonball towards the Xiongnu tribe that had leaped up and was flying at high speed.
"Boom..." Amid the cheers and laughter of the Xiongnu, Wang Han crashed down like a cannonball, using his legs to slam into the ground with force. When he landed, he created a crater several meters deep and kicked up more than ten meters of soil.
(Strength-enhancing items increase your strength while also improving your body's resilience and overall strength.)
"What is this?" Amidst the bewildered and fearful gazes of the Xiongnu, a massive three-bladed scythe emerged from the swirling dust and hooked onto the body of a Xiongnu.
The next moment, the scythe retracted, its sharp blade severing the Hun's body. A phantom emerged from the flying dirt and rushed into the crowd. One by one, the Huns died in confusion, blood splattering everywhere, their mangled corpses falling to the ground. They hadn't even seen Wang Han before their lives were cut short.
Seeing an indistinct phantom rush into the crowd, leaving no survivors in its wake, the other Xiongnu instantly descended into chaos, scattering in all directions. Some men prepared to take up arms and fight back, only to find themselves completely helpless against the indistinct phantom, unsure how to even begin to resist.
The massive attack range of the three-bladed scythe made Wang Han's killing spree much faster. With fifteen times the speed boost, no Xiongnu could escape Wang Han's pursuit. Twenty minutes later, Wang Han finally stopped. In this Xiongnu tribe, there was no one left alive except Wang Han, and no one could escape. The entire tribe was filled with mangled corpses, and blood stained the green grass and white tents.
Wang Han, holding a three-bladed scythe upside down in one hand, walked step by step out of the slaughtered Xiongnu tribe and sat quietly on a hillside, looking at the peaceful grassland.
"…………"
In the distance, behind a hillside, five Xiongnu youths bit their arms hard, tears streaming down their faces. Even though their arms were bleeding, they forced back their sobs, daring not to cry out. For if they were discovered, they would inevitably be killed along with the demon who had slaughtered their tribe, the legendary, invincible Marquis of Dingshan.
These men were members of the tribe who had gone out on patrol and reconnaissance. When they returned, Wang Han's massacre in their tribe was nearing its end. They had witnessed Wang Han slaughter their tribe with their own eyes.
"My lord." Soon after, Zhao Liu arrived with his troops. He glanced at the blood-stained Xiongnu tribe and knew that Wang Han had already dealt with them.
"Zhao Liu, clean up the battlefield and burn all the corpses," Wang Han said calmly, glancing at Zhao Liu before walking toward the carriage. Wang Han wanted some peace and quiet.
"Yes." Zhao Liu noticed Wang Han's downcast expression and was puzzled. It wasn't until he entered the Xiongnu tribe that he understood why Wang Han was so downcast; Wang Han had slaughtered the entire tribe.
Zhao Liu whispered to several officers, "Secretly instruct the soldiers to check for any survivors while they are cleaning up the battlefield. If they are found, kill them all, regardless of age."
Zhao Liu then walked towards the carriage. After entering the carriage, Zhao Liu saw that Wang Han was still silent. Knowing that Wang Han had a knot in his heart, Zhao Liu said, "My lord, there is no need to blame yourself. When the Xiongnu raided us, they did the same thing, leaving no one alive, young or old. They did it every time. They even tortured those people before they died. This is their karma. To deal with these uncivilized barbarians, we should eliminate them completely."
“I know.” Wang Han raised his hand to interrupt Zhao Liu and said, “It is precisely because I know that I did this, it’s just that this is the first time I’ve done it.”
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