After thinking for a while, Zhang Wuji said, "I have already heard what you three mean between the lines."
"Ms. Yu, please go chase Wei Yixiao and ask him to spare those people's lives."
Yu Fei has always blindly followed Zhang Wuji's words.
As long as Zhang Wuji spoke, she would carry out his orders without hesitation, regardless of whether they were right or wrong.
But just when she was about to leave, Zhao Linger and Zhou Zhiruo said in unison: "No."
Yu Fei was stunned for a moment, then turned his gaze to Zhang Wuji.
Zhao Linger quickly turned around and said to Zhang Wuji, "Young Master, you are the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and this is an extraordinary period."
"No matter whether it is right or wrong, military orders cannot be changed."
Zhou Zhiruo also said: "That's what I mean."
"Isn't it just killing more than a thousand people? There are not so many innocent people in this world."
"What's more, when the Mongols unified the world, the number of innocent people they killed was probably ten thousand times more than us."
"When we went out to fight, you said that future history books would be written by the historians of our Ming Dynasty."
"Whether anyone was killed or not, and who were they killed, isn't it all a matter of your words?"
"If you don't want to kill so many innocent people, just spare their lives when you encounter such a situation in the future. As for the prisoners captured in this battle, just kill them."
After hearing this, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but praise Zhao Linger and Zhou Zhiruo, "You two are really thoughtful. If you hadn't reminded me, I might have committed the taboo of changing my mind every day."
Yu Fei said, "Sir, this is unfair. I just blindly followed you. You praised my two sisters. Even if it was to appease me, you should have praised me a few times. Otherwise, I would be jealous.
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In fact, Zhang Wuji also didn't want to let the captives go.
In the past few days since they set out on the expedition, they have not encountered any real enemies on this endless grassland.
Although most of the soldiers who went to the battle were skilled in riding and shooting, there were also many whose hands had not been stained with the blood of the enemy.
Killing these prisoners of war can also be regarded as a way to put an end to the soldiers' mercy.
Zhang Wuji wanted to let them know: "Either you charge forward courageously and win all the victories, or you all die on the battlefield. If you lose, you won't even have the chance to be captured."
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It's time to eat.
Zhang Wuji and the other four sat around a bonfire.
On the campfire was a captured iron pot, and in the pot were four lamb legs.
The lamb leg had been boiling in the iron pot for about half a quarter of an hour.
Zhao Linger took a spoon and gently hit the blood foam in the pot, then said, "It's almost done."
"Four people, four lamb legs, just right."
Zhao Linger first picked up a leg of lamb, and then handed it to Zhang Wuji.
After Zhang Wuji took it, he started eating it with big mouthfuls without any nonsense.
Then she handed Zhou Zhiruo a leg of lamb.
After Zhou Zhiruo took it, she found that blood was still dripping from the lamb leg.
She was a little hungry, but after seeing this scene, she felt nauseous.
Although Zhou Zhiruo had suffered a lot in her life, she had never eaten like this.
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After taking a bite of the not-so-delicious lamb leg, Zhao Linger said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Sister Zhou, there are still a lot of beef jerky and preserved fruits in my carriage. If you can't eat these, go find something to eat in the carriage."
Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Zhao Linger and said, "You already said that it's your carriage. How can I have the nerve to take your things?"
"When I'm on a military expedition, I'll eat this even if it tastes terrible."
Zhou Zhiruo mustered up her courage and took a big bite of the lamb leg.
She thought she could swallow it, but before she could chew it for a few bites, she felt so greasy that her hair stood on end.
Even though she is like a fairy, she doesn't care about her image.
She quickly spat out the mutton.
Zhang Wuji quickly said, "Zhiruo, you can't eat such greasy food, so go find something to eat in the carriage."
Zhou Zhiruo said stubbornly: "No, why can you eat it with relish but I can't?"
Zhao Linger laughed and said, "Sister, do you really think I think this is delicious?"
"Actually, I was trying hard to suppress my nausea. This lamb leg is very smelly and disgusting enough just by smelling it, not to mention it's so greasy."
"The feeling when you put it in your mouth is like eating lard directly."
Zhou Zhiruo said: "Since you also feel disgusted, why can you still eat it?"
Zhao Linger laughed and said, "Because I can tolerate it better than you. I made this thing. It would be so embarrassing if I couldn't eat it myself."
"But we should always look at the bright side of things. At this point, I can still eat a leg of lamb, which is already pretty good."
"The Yuan court was tyrannical, and most of the people lived in misery. When I was traveling around the world, I saw many people starving to death. Although I was very rich, I could not help so many people."
"Whenever I think of those people who died of starvation, I have to swallow what I have in my mouth no matter how sick I feel."
After hearing these righteous words, Zhou Zhiruo immediately lowered her head in guilt.
She explained to Zhao Linger: "I am not a lady from a wealthy family, nor am I as rich as you."
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