Five thousand iron armor, along the route reported by the scouts, followed away. Looking at the rough map, Ying Fei suddenly found that the goal of this group of Qiang people was to encircle.

"Evil comes."

"No."

"Order, the whole army accelerated and rushed straight to the encirclement."

Ying Fei's eyes flashed, and she made a decision. Tailgating is not the best way, since you know its purpose, it is the right way to wait for work.

"No."

Dian Wei will always obey military orders. He may not be a qualified general, but he is definitely a qualified soldier. Hitting the horse forward, the iron halberd was raised flat, and shouted.

"Most of them have orders to speed up."

"Drive."

"Herod'......"

Clamped the horse's belly fiercely, the war horse was in pain, raised its sturdy four hooves, and galloped away. Everywhere the horse's hooves passed, the grass was flying, and five thousand iron armors were like a black hurricane.

With a bloodthirsty fighting spirit, move forward. War, once familiar and yet distant, is now at hand. The 5,000 iron armor came from the Northern Army, selected from the frontier.

They have a bitter hatred for foreign races and Qiang people. Hearing that the Qiang people were raging, he was holding back his anger, and the three thousand Qiang people were strong, and they would be five thousand iron armor and iron blood baptism.

"Brother Ying, you want to kill him?"

Guo Jia, who was following closely behind, had a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. The current Guo Jia is not in the future, he looks down on life and death, and calculates that tens of thousands of people will die.

At this moment, Guo Jia is just starting out, and he can't do it well. No one, born will. Everything is captured, and it has paid a price to grow so far.

At first glance, three thousand young men were slaughtered. Guo Jia was shocked and a little difficult to calm down. Even if this is a Qiang person, that is also a person. Ying Fei's eyes flashed, he understood Guo Jia.

"Whoever offends me will be punished even if he is far away."

After a moment of silence, Ying Fei spat out Chen Tang's famous words. This is the cry of the Han Dynasty at its most glorious time, and it is the declaration of the strength of the Han Dynasty.

It is also the glory and pride of the Han soldiers.

The war horse was agitated, Ying Fei glanced at Guo Jia, and then said nothing. The heart is narrow, Guo Jia needs to investigate it himself, and others have no way to start.

He was a nationalist, a big Hanist. What he wants to do is to regain the toughness of the Han Dynasty, the domineering of the First Emperor, and the glory and glory of the old Qin people.

Ying Fei has an ideal, that is, to gather an army of millions and be a road roller. From the vast northwest land, crushing the Central Plains and Kyushu, going south to Annam, and north to the Siberian Plain.

Su Wu's sheep herding place, Li Ling's death battle, all Qin soil.

A black dragon flag, a hundred countries tremble. The black torrent, all the tribes bow down, the eight desolations and the six together, and the Great Qin is the only one.

All of this requires the tempering of blood and fire. Kill to create intimidation, iron to defend rule, culture to erode ideas. What Ying Fei wants is that the world will be respected by Qin and replaced by all generations.

"Bong Hyo, there is no mercy, no justice, no evil, only enemies in war." Ying Fei was silent for a moment and said to Guo Jia.

Now that the time is running out, he needs to ripen Guo Jia. Ying Fei's forces are weak and cannot withstand defeat. He didn't use failure to make Guo Jia grow up, so he could only knock on the side.

"Victory is what we want."

"My lord, the siege of the city is broken."

An explosion made Ying Fei's heart sink. An extremely cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Dian Wei and said, "Is the news accurate?"

"Detective cavalry captures a deserter alive, in his words."

"What about people?"

"Dead."

……

Yuanwei County.

Two thousand old, weak, sick and disabled did not stop for a moment. The Qiang people are all horses and peoples, and they have been on horseback since birth, riding and shooting with one hand, and they are extremely smooth.

After a few charges, the county was breached. Two thousand soldiers were killed and wounded, the gates of the city were wide open, and the Qiang people entered the city.

"Warriors, open the treasury, bring with you grain, grass, gold, silver, and jewelry."

Qu Nanyan said in a rough voice. Rough mine's face was full of joy. The city was destroyed in a war, and now the siege is not defended against them.

"Qu man, you will lead five hundred horsemen to loot the people's property."

"No."

"Qu Nanchen, you will lead five hundred horsemen, gather the people in the city, and slaughter them except women."

"No."

"Qu Nansen, you will lead a thousand horsemen, guard the four gates, and prohibit anyone from going out of the city."

"No."

"Poof, poof, poof......"

A heinous scene of crime was staged in Yuanwei County. Unarmed civilians, slaughtered. The crazy Qiang soldiers pounced on the women like mad tigers.

Cries, begs for mercy, moans, voices intertwined, the encirclement at this moment is a hell. The Xiqiang soldiers turned into demons one after another, and the unarmed Han people were slaughtered, and for a while, blood flowed like a river.

In Yuanwei County, there is nothing but corpses.

"Huh."

A loud horn sounded. The Qiang people quickly assembled, more than 2,500 young and strong, escorted 5,000 women, pulled grain, grass, gold and silver, and drove cattle, sheep and livestock.

The mighty and strange formation went out of the city. There was still happiness on their faces, and the blood was still warm on the blades.

……

"Phew."

strangled Xiao Hei, and Ying Fei's face changed suddenly. In front of him, the city gate was wide open, and a strong smell of blood came to his nose.

"Evil comes, send men into the city."

"No."

Ying Fei's heart was cold, and the murderous intent in her eyes rolled up. In front of this scene, everyone can think of what happened.

In the city, blood was on the ground, corpses were piled up, and there were severed limbs, torn clothes, and women who had been humiliated to death.

"Whew."

Five thousand iron armor, breathing heavily. The scene in front of him shocked everyone. Shura's hell may not be so tragic. Guo Jia's body swayed for a while, his face was as white as paper, and his eyes shot with earth-shattering murderous intent.

"Brother Ying, kill."

Guo Jia was furious, angry that he couldn't bear it at that time. The scene in front of him was like a knife, stabbing into Guo Jia's heart, causing pain.

"Old Sun."

"No."

"You will lead a thousand iron armor, deal with the aftermath, and return the same way when the matter is over."

"No."

The scene in front of me shocked everyone. At this moment, the five thousand iron armors all hated the same enemy, and the murderous aura in their eyes was monstrous. Ying Fei's sharp gaze swept across every soldier and shouted.

"This officer should not be taken prisoner, if he encounters it, he will not be killed."

"Kill."

Five thousand iron armor roared, and the sound shook the sky. Ying Fei personally led and chased towards the traces. The war horse neighed, the girl ran wildly, and the four thousand iron armors were angry, urging the war horse under the crotch to gallop all the way.

"My lord, I found the enemy's trace, seven hundred steps ahead."

Dian Wei, come on horseback. Because of anger, his eyes were blood-red.

When Ying Fei heard this, she glanced at Guo Jia and said to Dian Wei: "Catch up, kill."

"Kill."

Seven hundred steps, a charge is coming. The Qiang people, who have gained a lot, are galloping on the women of the Central Plains, and they don't even have guards. Four thousand iron armor, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, raised a knife in his hand, and cut off his head one by one.

Four hundred steps away, Guo Jia and the others, under the escort of a hundred iron armor, stood quietly. Watching the massacre take place, his expression was cold and indifferent.

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