"If these people hadn't encouraged you to be ungrateful, my soldiers would die countless times? Yan Zhong would have cut off his arms? Don't think that if I win, I will have no blood debt!"
"It wasn't me at the beginning, how could they have enough food to enter the country and cause trouble? Traitors, what qualifications are there to be?" He shouted, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Suddenly, the generals of Daxia around all showed murderous intent and anger. Many of their robes and relatives could not go back.
Wanyan Honglie held his hands in the blood and mud, and tried hard to get up, with countless bloodshots between gritting his teeth: "You have your country, and I have my responsibility."
"Your thousands of miles of land is based on my country and great cause. If you are wrong, you will lose."
"If you want to kill, you will kill!"
Seeing that he still looked like he was not repentant, Mu Le was furious and immediately pulled out the sword from his waist: "A bastard, can't kill you?"
"Stop!" Qin Yun stopped.
Wanyan Honglie had closed his eyes and waited for the long sword to fall. He was not too scared, but was a little unwilling.
Mu Le's knife stopped in the air: "Your Majesty, what else do you say to him!"
"He should pay the price!"
"Yes, this man betrayed the agreement and caused such huge consequences. If he does not die, his brothers' souls will be difficult to calm down."
"Splitting this man and five horses!"
"..."
The soldiers around him were filled with righteous indignation and demanded that Wanyan Honglie be executed immediately.
Qin Yun shook his head and said directly: "He is like Pica of the past grassland. He is hateful, but he cannot be killed."
"The Jurchens are too big, and there are too many forces waiting to be cleaned up. If you don't kill them, it is more appropriate than killing them and is more conducive to the overall situation."
Hearing this, although everyone was angry, they knew that it was the reason, so they could only look at Wanyan Honglie fiercely.
Wanyan Honglie opened his eyes and looked at him with a complicated look.
In fact, he knew that he was in debt, but the matter of Fanyin and the reason why he was the orthodox blood of the Jurchen royal family was destined to be unable to compromise.
At this time, Qin Yun's tone suddenly changed.
"but!"
"He doesn't die, but they must die!"
A terrifying murderous intent ejaculated in his eyes, and the words "I have to die" seemed to be the decree of the Nine Heavens. They were all the same and were full of emperor murderous intent.
The temperature around the surroundings dropped sharply, and even the torch swayed to the extreme.
Tens of thousands of black prisoners trembled inexplicably.
"You!" Wanyan Honglie attacked his heart with anger, his eyes red, but there was no way.
Qin Yun did not drag on the slightest, and coldly gave Liu Wanshi and others: "Take it!"
"Yes!" Liu Wanshi and others' eyes shook, and their evil aura soared into the sky.
This is not the first time they have done such a thing. On the grassland, almost all the troops who committed war crimes and threatened Daxia were killed.
So much so that the fertile grasslands now belong to the ones without teeth.
"No, don't!"
"They want to kill us!"
"Fight with them!" The Restoration Army roared in the night, and people stood up one after another, with a panic expression. Before death came, a desire to survive broke out.
But the next second, the heads of those people flew into the air and blood spurted out.
"ah!!"
Screams came one after another.
On the ruined battlefield, a massacre began. In the dark night, countless Divine Machine Camps raised their long swords and massacred wildly, like chopping melons and vegetables.
Blood splattered and screamed around it, like hell.
The soldiers of Shenji Camp were scolding: "Traitor!"
"Interracial hybrid!"
"Give me my brother's robes!"
"Go to die!"
The wailing of the Restoration Army lasted for a long time, making people's scalp numb.
Wanyan Honglie witnessed all this with his own eyes, his eyes were blood red, his hair was disheveled, and his whole body was trembling: "No, don't!"
"Why do you have to do so terrible? They have surrendered!" His veins were exposed and he was in extreme pain.
Qin Yun was cold, dressed in a hurry, domineering and solemn: "I do things like this!"
"Help you, you bite back, you should know that there will be this day!"
"You are the ones who lose, so you will naturally be like this. What if you win? Will you still care about it?"
Wanyan Honglie beat the ground with his hands, and heard the screams one after another, and was extremely painful.
"This is the consequence of your betrayal of me, and it is also the responsibility you should bear. I have given you many opportunities to stop, but you don't want to, rather listen to the words of that bitch Fanyin than do it alone!"
"Now, open your eyes wide and look at me carefully. There must be a cause, and that cause is you!" Qin Yun said coldly, without any mercy.
Wanyan Honglie had no refutation, his five fingers turned white, and he grabbed the soft soil on the ground, which was soaked by blood, and roared in pain.
His roar and the screams of the Restoration Army not far away seemed extremely sad.
But the soldiers are ruthless and the night is suppressed, and no one will pity them.
This is their retribution!
The whole process lasted at least a few hours, and some of the Restoration Army resisted and were killed one by one, and blood flowed into the land of Tianzhutai.
The sky is dark and the first beam of light is about to usher in dawn.
At this time, the sky is blue and dark.
Wanyan Honglie was lying there, no sound or movement. He seemed to be decadent and twenty years old, his eyes were dull, as if he was waiting for execution.
Sudden.
"His Majesty!"
"The prince is back!"
"They robbed the convoy!" Someone exclaimed.
Suddenly, he looked at the end of the distance with a look.
Qin Yun was no exception, his eyes were even shocked and he stabbed the rolling army.
I saw a row of iron cavalry escorting a carriage with a very Jurchen culture. There was no doubt that it was probably Sanskrit!
When Wanyan Honglie heard this, he seemed to be alive again, stumbled and got up with all his strength.
When he saw the carriage, he almost fell down as if he was struck by lightning!
A sense of anxiety surged in my heart, but the voice didn't send it out?
The more I thought about it, his face became paler. Qin Yun killed tens of thousands of people, how could he not kill Fanyin?
"No, don't!"
"If you dare to kill him, I will never die!" He yelled and was escorted, but he did not rush over.
The soldiers around Daxia all looked contemptuous, thinking that you still have the qualifications to die?
Qin Yun turned around and looked at him coldly: "Do you want to make a bet?"
Wanyan Honglie gasped and sweated heavily: "What are you betting on?"
"Just bet on whether your Sanskrit sound is as thought of as you imagined. If she really looks at you, I will spare her life!"
"On the contrary, she will die, and she will die miserably." Qin Yun said lightly.
There are some words that he just doesn't want to say, and doesn't care about the past. If Fanyin loves him now, he shouldn't have escaped at this time.
When they died together, Qin Yun was willing to give his last bit of compassion and bury the two of them together.
Upon hearing this, Wanyan Honglie was stunned, and a hint of hesitation appeared in his insane pupils!