Xiqiang, more than 2,000 strong, were all killed. Five thousand captive women, trembling in blood. The crazy killing of Dian Wei and others shocked everyone.

The Qiang people, whether they surrendered or not, were all killed. For a moment, blood trickled down.

Severed arms, stumps, and rolling heads. Under the sunset, the blood stained the red grass, and the five thousand iron armor were like gods and demons.

"Fengxiao, what's the matter?"

Glancing at Guo Jia, whose face was pale, Ying Fei said.

My heart churned, and I suppressed the urge to vomit. The slaughter of the county seat, although terrifying. After all, I have never watched the slaughter, and the impact I received is far less shocking.

"Wan Sheng."

Without waiting for Guo Jia to answer, Ying Fei raised her arms and shouted.

"Wan Sheng."

"Wan Sheng."

"Wan Sheng."

Four thousand iron armor, raising his sword and shouting. The grief and indignation of the battlefield were swept away, and a wave of joy of victory rushed to the face.

"Evil, clean up the battlefield."

"No."

Dian Wei took the iron armor and began to clean up the battlefield and collect the materials looted by the Xiqiang people. This is a huge fortune, and since she has met it, Ying Fei will not let it go.

Her eyes flashed, and Ying Fei looked at the trembling and frightened woman, her eyes flashing with essence.

"Jia is fine."

"Brother Ying, what should this woman do?"

Guo Jia nodded, and the topic was brought to the five thousand women. The Qiang people can kill them, but these women are all Han Chinese.

Can't be killed.

Ying Fei's subordinates are all Han Chinese. Once the killing is carried out without authorization, it will inevitably cause the morale of the army to waver and deviate from morality. For this point, Ying Fei Dong has long understood it in his heart.

"Take it away."

After thinking about it for a moment, Ying Fei said. This group of women is nearly 5,000, which is of great significance to Yingfei's lone army. Women are the most important guarantee for the reproduction of a nation.

5,000 women can not only stabilize the morale of the army, but also enrich the ruined Dunhuang County. Her eyes flashed, and Ying Fei had already decided their fate.

"Good."

Guo Jia also understands that this can only be the case. The whole city was wiped out, and these women had no power to go back. Bringing them with you is the only way.

The solution is the same for two people. But the starting point is 108,000 miles apart. Ying Fei has already taken a step towards the hero and has an ambitious heart.

Everything is for the purpose of profit, and everything can be used. However, Guo Jia did not admit the master, he was just a guest at the moment, and he was not a conscientious mastermind.

"My lord, all is it all right, these women?"

Dian Wei came, looked at the trembling woman, and frowned. As a general, he thought from a different angle, and it was very inconvenient to march with five thousand women.

Five thousand women, which will inevitably slow down the march. This is clear to everyone present. Ying Fei did the same, glanced at Dian Wei, Ying Fei said.

"Take it away."

"But ......"

Ying Fei's eyes suddenly burst into essence, glanced at Dian Wei, and interrupted Dian Wei's words. The tone was cold, like a blade.

"Take it away."

"No."

Dian Wei was startled and turned to leave. He didn't dwell on it anymore, he saw impatience in Ying Fei's eyes. Watching Dian Wei leave, a gloom flashed in Ying Fei's eyes.

Although the tragedy in Yuanwei County was made by the Xiqiang people, all of this was actually promoted by themselves behind the scenes. With the marching speed of five thousand iron armor, he was fully capable of rushing to the siege before the Xiqiang people.

Glancing at the trembling woman, Yingfei's eyes flashed with guilt, and then disappeared. muttered in his heart: "For the sake of hegemony, Fei is helpless."

He used the death of 20,000 people in Yuwei County to arouse the hatred of his subordinates against foreign races and Qiang people. single-handedly promoted this tragedy, although there was a purpose and a reason, but Ying Fei was still uncomfortable.

20,000 lives, just to forge the murderous intent of 8,000 iron armor. 5,000 women, just to multiply and stabilize the morale of the army.

As a human being, the normal seven emotions and six desires, sentimentality, are disappearing. It can be said that this is the ambition of the hero, for his own purposes, who cares about killing thousands of miles of blood and slaughtering the nine clans.

As long as it is beneficial to oneself, those close to him can also be killed.

The first emperor imprisoned Zhao Ji to maintain the dignity of the royal family. Yang Guang killed his brothers, just to consolidate the throne, Cao Mengde did not hesitate to sacrifice his father in order to seize Xuzhou, and Liu Xuande cut off Guan Zhang for Adou.

As a hero, you are bound to lose too much. Feelings are just a weight to use, and for Xiaoxiong, love words are really redundant.

Thunder, rain and dew are all Jun'en.

In order to ask for 8,000 iron armor, Ying Fei did not hesitate to take her mother as a hostage. Now, 20,000 lives died tragically, and the blood stained the red grass, completely wiped out the warmth in Ying Fei's heart and became cold-blooded.

20,000 lives aroused the hatred of 8,000 iron armors and sacrificed Yingfei's ambition.

"Evil comes, go."

"No."

The banner of the Western Regions is protected, leading the way in front, and five thousand iron armors, with women, grain and grass, marching towards Zu Li.

A large number of cattle, sheep and livestock were abandoned, and the corpses of 3,000 Qiang people were scattered on the grassland, telling the earth-shattering battle.

"Drive."

The war horse neighed, and the little black hoofed and galloped. In this place, Ying Fei didn't want to stay for a moment. As long as he stopped, in his mind, there would be a tragic situation of besieging the county town and the panicked eyes of five thousand women.

The conscience is wearing out, and Ying Fei's heart aches like a needle prick. The galloping horse can't take away the melancholy.

This team is extremely strange. Five thousand women, five thousand iron armor, plus grain and grass, gold and silver, and several large carts, slowed down the march.

"Brother Ying, you have nothing to do?"

Seeing the tragedy of the siege, with 5,000 women and the whole army, the atmosphere was dead and silent, and even Ying Fei did not say much. After walking dozens of miles, Guo Jia finally discovered Yingfei's abnormality.

"It's fine."

Nodding to Guo Jia, Ying Fei signaled that she was fine. The pain in his heart can only be borne by himself, which is the price of growth.

Even if you tell Guo Jia, it won't help. If you don't stand on the same high point, you can't empathize. Wandering in the vast world, Ying Fei's eyes burst out with murderous intent, suppressing the guilt in her heart.

"Your revenge, Fei has avenged."

muttering to herself, Ying Fei's heart finally relaxed a lot. People are selfish, and they are only inconsequential people who die, although Ying Fei was uncomfortable at the time, she will not hurt into the bone marrow.

As the army moved away, Ying Fei gradually let go. In this life, everyone will be indebted, and 20,000 lives will die tragically, in exchange for 8,000 iron armor and a few carts of gold and silver.

He felt it was worth it.

Even if you are indebted, so what?

The army's heart is stable, and settling in Dunhuang is his way, as for the tragedy in front of him, he has no ability to rewrite it. This is the reason for the decline of the Han Dynasty and has nothing to do with him.

After experiencing this scene, Ying Fei had the heart to slaughter foreign races. This seed was planted a long time ago, and this time after being watered by the blood of 20,000 lives, it officially broke the ground and sprouted.

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