atypical prostitute

Chapter 180 He

The last ray of light in the sky was swallowed by the night, the river was already bright red, and the battlefield was full of corpses. The surviving warriors waved their swords mechanically, and life was harvested like straw in the light of the sword.

The soaring blood attracted carrion vultures. They circled around and made mournful calls from time to time.

The war is almost over.

At least, for the man standing on the hillside at this moment, the battle is over.

"How many more days will it take to attack the royal city?"

Standing under the protection of thousands of troops, the man asked the veteran beside him.

"Hard to say."

The veterans were not alarmist. The Turkic people's belief in Changshengtian surpassed the fear of death. Under the oppression of Xie Dynasty's powerful force, they retreated steadily, but the morale of the army did not disperse.

It can be said that every surviving Turkic is a wolf. The land they live on is getting less and less, but their eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

"I promised Wurong that I will enjoy the moon with her in Wangcheng during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The man said casually, as far as the current situation is concerned, the Mid-Autumn Festival is simply a luxury, but most kings have the means to make the impossible possible.The Turks are still very strong, but they are at the end of their battle after all.

"Suppress the cavalry, let's make a quick decision."

He spoke lightly, and as soon as he finished speaking, a herald immediately changed the flag, and the cavalry in full gear rushed out, and Xie's army's advantage on the battlefield became even more overwhelming.

The strength of the cavalry is obvious, but every Turkic is a born rider.With cavalry against cavalry, Xie people have no absolute advantage.

And the deeper the grassland, the greater the loss of the cavalry. The Turkic people realized that the tribe had come to an end, and the methods became more unscrupulous. Almost every water source may be poisoned, and almost every tribe will do nothing before it is destroyed. He hesitated to kill all the cattle, sheep and horses in the clan.

Supplies have become more and more difficult. Before the crisis of genocide, the Turkic people resolutely chose to clear the wall and field. There was no surrender, no compromise, only endless blood.

Every time the army of the Northern Expedition advances, it has to pay ten times the price of the previous step.

In just half a month, Xie's army had suffered more than [-] casualties.

Every day, tens of thousands of young and middle-aged men are forcibly conscripted into the army. Every day, several kilometers long convoys rush to the vast grassland. Even so, the army of the Northern Expedition almost fell into the trap several times desperate situation.The Turks would rather die than give up an inch of land.

The scorched earth is the most authentic portrayal of the land under your feet.

If it weren't for the continuous victories, if it wasn't for Xiao Zhiqian's strength to suppress everything, the Northern Expedition might have been forcibly interrupted by domestic opposition.But even Xiao Zhiqian clearly realized that the royal city would be the end point of his northern expedition, and it was impossible for him to march further north. If he could not capture this thousand-year-old earth city that was of great significance to the Turkic people before winter, the throne would be lost. may be spied upon.

Whether he can hold the city is not in his plan.

He is a born conqueror, the Turks are the pride of heaven, and this continent only needs one master.

The Turks are a barbaric nation. They have terrible fecundity and survivability. Don't look at how embarrassed they are now, as long as they are given ten years, they will rise again and once again cross the Great Wall to plunder the Central Plains.

The Turks must be driven farther into bitter cold places, or forced to cross the desert and out of his sight.

Only in this way will his country truly enjoy a hundred years of peace of mind.

As for a hundred years later, the bones of him, her, and the people they care about will all be turned into ashes, so naturally there is no need to think about it.

While meditating, he saw a Turkic warrior.

Although he was riding a shabby mongrel lean horse, the mane had almost fallen out, and the armor was open everywhere, revealing the white ends of the thread.But among the tens of thousands of people who are fighting, only this old man who looks like an ordinary herdsman deserves Xiao Zhiqian's attention.

"Who is he?"

The old warrior was surrounded by countless people, including men, women, and immature children. They were all fighting, but when Xiao Zhiqian pointed in his direction, everyone only saw the old man.

He held a special knife, simple and heavy, with a chilling air.

His movements are precise and crisp, one knife at a time, without any delay.

"He is Flying Eagle Longge, Wang Ting's former top marksman."

The general quickly sorted out the old man's information, and after giving a concise report, some civil servants were already collecting further information, but Xiao Zhiqian signaled them to stop, the old man was about to die, and he didn't have much interest in him or the people around him.

This is the first time they meet, of course, will be the last time.

Even the old Longge went to the battlefield, which shows that Wang Ting is indeed at a dead end.

He sighed, but this sigh made the attendants somewhat unpredictable. Some of them asked cautiously, "Your Majesty wants to capture him alive?"

Xiao Zhiqian shook his head: "Longge is a hero. For a hero, death on the battlefield is the real glory. When cleaning up the battlefield, let him be buried with the women and children he swore to protect, facing the direction of Changshengtian."

"Yes."

Hearing this decision, the courtier showed a look of relief.

For a hero like Long Ge, capturing alive means greater casualties, and he will never surrender.Capture alive can only satisfy the vanity of the king, and cannot bring any positive significance to the ensuing battle.

The fighting on the plain continued. With the fall of the heroes, the strength of the Turkic people became weaker and weaker. Ten-year-old children and 60-year-old men all appeared on the battlefield. The war was indeed coming to an end.

The darkness is spreading, and when the sun sets completely, this battle will end with the victory of the southerners.

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The flames reflected the sky red, and Xiao Zhiqian looked at the heads presented by the generals by the light of the flames.

Everyone is a great Turkic hero, and every face perfectly preserves a temporary moment, with anger and sadness, but without exception, these blood-stained faces exude a faint calm, as if death is just a moment. Field returns.

After watching for a long time, there will even be endless sadness in my heart.

Tomorrow, the sun will rise again, but the dead will never be resurrected.

There is no justice, no aggression, just survival.

The Turkic people crossed the Great Wall to survive, and Xiao Zhiqian fought the Great Wall to survive.

Devouring is inevitable on the road of expansion.Big countries eat small countries, and big tribes eat small tribes. Even harmless sheep have to eat grass to grow up.But who will pity the grass under your feet?

Mercy, on the battlefield, is superfluous.

But he began to be inexplicably sad, looking at the lonely moon hanging on the zenith, he even had the urge to cry.

Finally, he lowered his head and walked slowly in the burning camp like an ordinary person.

The ears were full of crying and the sound of horseshoes, figures flickered in the firelight, and cavalry galloped between the tents, throwing torches into the empty tents from time to time.

In order to defend the royal city, the Turks adopted the most primitive and solid means. With the royal city as the center, there are camps every few miles. Every victory of the Xie army will be accompanied by a small-scale massacre.Apart from food and water, they didn't need any spoils of war. Men, young and old, were all killed, while the young women were temporarily left behind as a way to vent their excitement.

A soldier in front came out of the burning tent, and he dragged out a woman from inside. The woman was still very young and very beautiful, her body was dragging on the ground, her clothes were torn, revealing her fair breasts.This kind of appearance is enough to become the concubine of the leader of a Turkic tribe, but in the war era, there is only one possibility for her future.

Obviously, the woman was unwilling to accept the cruel reality. She struggled desperately, but the soldier let go of her impatiently because she struggled too much, then pulled out the knife and chopped off Meiyan's head.

Blood was scattered all over the place.

The wind was full of the smell of blood.

Xiao Zhiqian frowned.

But they just frowned. Small-scale massacres and violence are their due rewards.

What's more, Turkic women have a powerful vitality that women in the Central Plains cannot imagine. A strong woman is comparable to an ordinary warrior.He does not intend to take away any loot other than food and water. He likes to expand the territory of Xie Dynasty, but he cannot love the people of the vassal state as much as his own.

To be fair, there is no need to exist.

Undoubtedly, if those old ministers who are full of benevolence and morality know what he is thinking at the moment, it will definitely attract snowflakes of impeachment, but if you want a quick solution, you can only use barbarism to eliminate barbarism.

Xiao Zhiqian couldn't help thinking of Ye Ziyun.

Whether it is massacre or uncontrollable looting, it is a means to enhance the centripetal force of the army. As the supreme status of the empire, he issued these orders for the first time, and he was met with great resistance. One can imagine the plight of Ye Ziyun back then.There are only three thousand white-robed direct descendants, surrounded by enemies ten times his own size, and watched by countless pairs of green eyes with jealousy. In such a difficult and dangerous situation, he can kill calmly, without fear of the impeachment of the powerful!

It would be great if he could have been born in my time.

Xiao Zhiqian thought bitterly, no matter what era, an unborn genius like Ye Ziyun is hard to come by.

I don't know what's going on in Beijing now.

Concubine De and Concubine Xian both gave birth to princes.

Presumably those people can't help their stupid ambitions.

Xiao Zhiqian smiled mockingly. The battle was difficult, but he never gave up his absolute control over the country. Enke with different names for three consecutive years gave him enough young blood.These young people with different status and status are arranged to enter various institutions. Although they are all at the bottom, they have unlimited possibilities. Over time, they will eventually form a force sufficient to shake the monopoly of the wealthy family.

——Hundreds of years of accumulation have made the wealthy family the second largest enemy after the Turks. They threatened the imperial power, monopolized the government, and endangered the development of the country.

Maybe I would have an easier time if they were able to stage a coup in ignorance.

Xiao Zhiqian thought coldly that he had enough time and patience to wait for the talents selected by the imperial examination system to enter the political center, but he was more eager to use iron and blood methods to eradicate those disgusting maggots in the shortest time, even if the cost of doing so was the country's long-term slumped.

But what does that matter?The Turkic has been completely beaten, and he has enough time to recuperate.

Thinking of this, the corners of Xiao Zhiqian's mouth curled up in a confident arc.

(End of this chapter)