At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 38 Human Nature

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared, the battle officially ended.

Three thousand elite soldiers fought against hundreds of herdsmen, and there was no suspense in the result.

In addition to those who stood up to resist and were killed, there were more than a hundred women, children and children who gathered together, waiting for the butcher's knives of these vicious men.

The oldest of these children was no more than ten years old, and the youngest was still in their infancy.

They cuddled close to their mothers, with all kinds of complex lights shining from their eyes, either fear or hatred.Some of them even held small toy bows in their hands. Although they were harmless, the arrows were aimed directly at the surrounding Ming army.

The captured Wala women held their children tightly in their arms, looking at the cold swords of the Ming army in front of them, their eyes were full of pessimism and despair.

Zhu Qizhen walked up and down, looking at those childish bodies and hateful gazes, his scalp felt numb.

So many people, all women and children, how to deal with it?

Fan Zhong seemed to see his thoughts, and persuaded him: "Your Majesty, you must not be kind to the enemy!"

Li Zhen also stepped forward and said viciously: "Wala people have been harassing our Daming border town all the year round. They never show mercy to our Daming people, regardless of their gender, age or age, and slaughtered them wantonly! As the saying goes, treat them in the same way. .What they do to us, we do to them!"

The reason is this, but Zhu Qizhen is a modern person after all, and he is not willing to kill them all.

Looking at the hateful eyes of those Wala women and children, and the expectant eyes of Ming soldiers, he paced slowly, his back drenched in cold sweat.

Fan Zhong and Li Zhen didn't want to press too hard, they looked at his frowning brows, and neither said a word.

Time passed by, and the air was surprisingly quiet, only the crackling sound of the firewood burning, and everyone's faces were reddened by the fire.

More than a hundred Wala women and children stared coldly at the Han man who controlled their destiny, and remained silent.

Zhu Qizhen paced back and forth, only thinking about one question in his mind.

A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood, all killed, once and for all.

The [-] Battalion behind them were also waiting to make their own decision, their eyes filled with blood, like hungry wolves on the prairie, waiting for the final blow to their prey.

This troop was brought into the grassland with his own hands. They were fearless and full of blood, but their humanity was also disappearing bit by bit...

When the good thoughts in the bottom of my heart completely disappear, there will be no difference between man and beast.

To kill, or not to kill...

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, what would happen if these people were left behind?
There is a shortage of supplies on the grassland, will other tribes take them in?

These women and children are unable to work, and if they are taken in, the burden will be increased.If you don't accept it, it's your own business...

Thinking of this, Zhu Qizhen stopped abruptly, and then shouted: "All Wala people, listen up!"

These women and children thought that the other party was about to make a move, they could not help but look terrified and hugged each other tightly.

Zhu Qizhen suddenly realized that they might not understand Chinese.

"Ha Ming, you are here to translate!"

"Yes!"

Ha Ming stepped forward and acted as a temporary interpreter.

Zhu Qizhen brewed his emotions again, and said loudly: "I am the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, you all look at my face!"

Ha Ming translated these words, and sure enough, the eyes of more than a hundred women and children all swept towards Zhu Qizhen's face.

"I killed your family!"

"I don't want to kill people, but they killed my relatives, my compatriots, and there are countless women, children and children like you!"

"So, please remember my face, if you want revenge, just come to me, I'm waiting for you!"

Zhu Qizhen roared like a wolf, with such a ferocious look, even the baby who was crying in the mother's arms was so frightened that he stopped crying.

All eyes were on him, there was fear, and more hatred.

Zhu Qizhen glanced at everyone, and continued: "According to what you Wala people have done, I should not let you go. However, our ancestors have a saying that God has the virtue of good life." , since the ancestors have said so, today, I will give you a chance!"

The Wala people were silent, waiting for Haming to translate for them in Mongolian.

Ha Ming was stunned, looking at Zhu Qizhen in disbelief.

Not only him, Li Zhen and Fan Zhong were also very puzzled, why let them go?
Ha Ming couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty..."

Zhu Qizhen waved his hand to stop it, and said, "Translate to them verbatim what I said!"

Ha Ming had no choice but to translate word for word.

After listening to it, these Wala women and children seemed very puzzled, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Ha Ming had no choice but to repeat it to them, confirming that he could survive. The surprise on the faces of these people began to turn into joy. They embraced each other, danced and shouted wildly, and tears flowed all over their faces.Although the young children did not understand the meaning of their mother's cheers, they seemed to be infected by this emotion. They opened their smiling faces and stretched out their delicate hands to rub the tears on their mother's face.

Li Zhen couldn't bear it any longer, stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, the kindness to the enemy is the cruelty to oneself. I suggest that these people should be killed, and it will be settled once and for all!"

Zhu Qizhen's eyes were downcast, as silent as water, he turned his back and stood there for a long time without saying a word.

No sadness, no joy, no one knows what he is thinking.

Only the tightly clenched palms showed some clues to his mood.

The carnival of the Wala women and children suddenly stopped, and they suddenly realized that the man in charge of their life and death was still keeping silent, and the veins on his clenched hands were protruding, which showed the fierce struggle in his inner thoughts.

If this person repented on the spot, more than a hundred women, children and children would still not escape the fate of being massacred.

These people began to become terrified, with expectations or hatred in their eyes, they stared closely at the standing still figure, waiting for his final judgment.

Mayor Zhu Qi let out a long breath, opened his eyes slowly, looked at Li Zhen, and said leisurely: "Uncle Xiangcheng, if I entrust this responsibility to you, can you handle it?"

When Li Zhen heard the words, she immediately drew out her sword. When the Oirats saw it, they panicked and backed away again and again.

However, the bloody scene did not happen.

Looking at the helpless woman in front of him and the baby waiting to be fed, Li Zhen's face turned red and white, and his cheek muscles trembled violently. He gritted his teeth and raised the steel knife. His hands that had killed countless people trembled slightly. After hesitating for a long time, he finally sighed. With a sigh of relief, the big knife in his hand hangs down weakly.

"My Majesty, if you want to kill a man from Wala, I won't even bat an eye. However, these women and children..."

Having said that, he sighed again and shook his head feebly.

Zhu Qizhen's eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at the Wala children whose eyes were full of fear and hatred one by one. After a long time, he sighed quietly: "Look at the hatred eyes of these children. Is Daming on good terms?"

Li Zhen shook her head and said, "I'm afraid it's impossible!"

"If you kill them today, will the other Wala people make friends with Daming?"

Li Zhen shook her head again, but did not speak.

"The battle between Daming and the grassland tribes cannot be resolved by killing a few people. What I want is for them to submit, completely submit!"

Everyone was silent for a while, and suddenly Zhu Qizhen continued to say: "Uncle Xiangcheng, all officers and men, I would like to ask you a question. Our Chinese nation has gone through thousands of years and has been prosperous forever. There are as many famous and good generals as the stars in the sky. .They defended their homes and defended the country, spread the power of heaven, and made countless enemies fearful and fled. The deeds of these ancestors and sages have been handed down to this day. Did they earn their reputation by killing unarmed people?"

(End of this chapter)