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Dai Qisi thought that by choosing to surrender, she could not only avoid being killed by the rebel army, but also save the Yanqi people in Nanhe City from death.
Yan Liang's order completely shattered her hopes.
She never expected that Yan Liang would go against his will and massacre the Yanqi soldiers and civilians in Nanhe City.
"Your Majesty, you promised me that as long as I capture Boudin and open the city to surrender, you will forgive our sins. You are the king of the country, don't you mean that you don't keep your words!" Dai Qisi shouted in horror.
Yan Liang said coldly: "I only promised to spare your life. When did I say that I would spare the lives of the people in this city?"
Dai Qisi's demonic body trembled, and she was speechless for a moment.
Looking back carefully, from beginning to end, Yan Liang indeed only promised to spare her life, which was absolutely correct.
"But, they were all innocent people. How could your Majesty have the heart to massacre them?" Dai Qisi was at a loss for words and played the sympathy card again.
Unfortunately, she chose the wrong partner.
Yan Liang looked at her coldly and said: "What nonsense? When Pijana was entangled with the five countries in the Western Regions, besieged me in Gaochang, invaded my Yumen, and hurt our soldiers and people, why didn't he think that today would happen?"
The fate of my great Chu people, who are extremely noble, and if one of them dies, I will ask you to give ten or one hundred people in exchange for it. I will kill all the stubborn people in the city to pay homage to my dead people."
Yan Liang's cold words, every word was like a razor blade, made Dai Qisi tremble with fear and her delicate body trembled endlessly.
"But……"
"Stop talking nonsense." Yan Liang waved his hand and stopped her prayer. "If you are unhappy, you can go back to the city and live or die with your people. I will help you."
These words made Dai Qisi completely speechless, or in other words, she did not dare to speak at all.
To put it bluntly, she worked hard, even at the risk of selling her own dignity. She dedicated her Spring Festival portrait to Yan Liang just to find a way out.
It was okay for her to talk about saving the Yanqi people and begging for mercy. If she were really asked to live and die with the people of a city and face the massacre of the Chu army, how could she do it?
The frightened Dai Qisi could only stand there tremblingly, not daring to say another word.
The Chu army along the way has been dispatched, and their iron cavalry is rolling towards Nanhe City.
Wen Chou led 5,000 fine cavalry and rushed out first, killing the 1,000 soldiers who followed Dai Qisi out of the city and surrendered, just like chopping vegetables and melons.
Amid the screams and howls, Wen Chou's vanguard army marched on a long bloody road and crashed into Nanhe City like a tidal wave.
The rest of the soldiers and horses from Zhang Xiu, Pang De and others followed closely. Thousands of Chu soldiers with murderous intentions roared and poured into the sheepfold of Nanhe City.
The nightmare of the Yanqi people began here.
The Dachu soldiers who rushed into the city raised their swords and guns high and killed everyone on sight, killing all the barbarians from the Western Regions.
These Yanqi people, who have enjoyed peace for many years, finally ushered in the end today. Many of them did not even have time to fear, and they became the victims of the Chu army.
Corpses littered the streets, and blood flowed into rivers. From the outer city to the inner city, the entire Nanhe City was flooded into a pool of blood.
Yan Liang was not in a hurry to enter the city, but he climbed to the top of the city and admired the bloodshed from a high position.
The people from the Western Regions dared to collude with Persia and invade the Central Plains. They dared to attack first, surrounded Gaochangbi and attacked Yumen Pass. This is the retribution they deserve.
Dai Qisi was so frightened that her legs became weak and she leaned on the city wall, not daring to look directly at the bloody scene in the city.
In her ears, the pitiful howls of the senior people kept coming, which made her hair stand on end and her whole body trembled.
The killing continued for a whole day, and it was not until dusk that the wailing in the city gradually stopped.
This big city in an oasis has finally returned to peace.
All the Yanqi people in the city had been killed, and tens of thousands of corpses were carried out one after another and dragged outside the city to be burned.
Of course, although Yan Liang had orders, the soldiers of Da Chu still showed mercy.
For example, thousands of young Yanqi women were lucky enough to escape death and became prisoners of the Chu army.
Yan Liang knew that his soldiers wanted to keep these Yanqi women as trophies to celebrate their victory after the war.
Yan Liang was also a generous man. On the day the city was breached, he ordered that the thousands of Yanqi women he had captured be sent to prostitution camps to comfort the soldiers who fought bloody battles, except for some of them who were rewarded for their meritorious service.
These 80,000 soldiers, far from their homeland in the Central Plains, followed him to this bloody battle in the Gobi, thousands of miles away. As their emperor, how could Yan Liang not allow them to enjoy the spoils they deserved?
The bloody atmosphere was quickly swept away by the cheers and gratitude of the Chu soldiers.
That night, the entire Nanhe City turned into a sea of joy.
The officers and soldiers of Da Chu thoroughly enjoyed the good wine and meat they had snatched from the enemy. After they had eaten and drank enough, they also enjoyed the exotic Yanqi women.
After a bloody battle, the soldiers of the Chu army not only showed no signs of fatigue, but their morale and spirit were greatly improved.
Yan Liang finally understood why in history, the barbaric empires of Mongolia, Yuan, Liao and Jin were able to sweep across the world with only a small number of armies. They relied on plundering and kidnapping to stimulate morale.
Like Meng Yuan's iron cavalry, sweeping across Europe and Asia, they would rob wherever they hit. With such a naked temptation, how could the soldiers not sacrifice their lives, how could they not become murderous and crazy.
China is a self-proclaimed civilized country, but it is too kind to its enemies, which leads to bitter consequences for itself time and time again.
Yan Liang wanted to remove the trace of useless "civilization" from the hearts of the Chu army, turning them into war machines and clearing out all enemies for the Chu Kingdom.
The entire city, which not long ago was like a Shura hell, has turned into a sea of joy in the blink of an eye.
For three days in a row, Yan Liang and his 80,000 troops celebrated grandly.
After the big banquet on the third day, as night fell and Yan Liang was fuming with alcohol, he finally remembered that he still had two prisoners to deal with.
Yan Liang then ordered that Dai Qisi and Boudin be escorted to see him.
After a while, Dai Qisi and the tied-up Boudin were brought into the hall one after another.
This palace that originally belonged to them, now, they walked into it again as prisoners. They felt a lot of emotions.
"I pay my respects to Your Majesty." Dai Qisi was very sensible and quickly saluted Yan Liang, who was lying on the couch.
But Boudin's face was full of hatred. He cursed to Dai Qisi: "You bitch, you humbled yourself to that thieves slave. You have completely disgraced the face of our great nation."
Dai Qisi frowned, seeming a little ashamed. She didn't know how to refute.
However, Yan Liang sneered: "Boy, you are so good, but you still dare to act wild in front of me. Come on, slap him fifty times in the face first."
After the order was passed, Zhou Cang strode down, raised his hand and slapped the Budan hard.
Snap! Snap!
The sound of the slap was loud and clear, echoing in the hall. Dai Qisi was so frightened that she didn't even dare to let out her breath.
Zhou Cang's strength was so great. After a few slaps, Boudan's face was red and swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.
At the beginning, Boudin had to pretend to be strong, holding his head high, glaring at Yan Liang angrily, and bearing Zhou Cang's slap, looking unyielding and strong.
After being slapped for more than twenty times, Boudin had been slapped until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his mouth was dripping with blood, and he was almost beaten to death.
At this time, Boudin could no longer hold on. The indignant expression disappeared, replaced by pain.
Snap! Snap!
However, Zhou Cang kept pumping vigorously, and instead of weakening his hand and neck, the force of the big slap became stronger and stronger.
In the blink of an eye, thirty slaps were passed, and Boudin even lost two front teeth.
"Assistant, please help, I know I was wrong." Boudin finally couldn't hold on any longer, took off his tough disguise, and screamed for mercy to Yan Liang.
Yan Liang was indifferent and let Zhou Cang slap him in the face fifty times.
"Ah~~" After the last slap, Zhou Cang used all his strength to slap Boudin a step away, and fell to the ground with a howl.
It's finally over.
Dai Qisi let out a long breath, looking at Boudin's tragic state, she felt as if she felt it herself, her delicate body trembled deeply, and she couldn't bear to see it again.
"What, boy, do you still dare to call me a young general in front of me and pretend to be a tough guy?" Yan Liang asked mockingly.
Boudin, whose face was full of inhumanity, stood up tremblingly, opened Lufeng's mouth, and cried: "I don't dare, I don't dare anymore. Please forgive me for your majesty. I hope that I will be your majesty forever."
Minister."
"It's too late to admit your mistake now." Yan Liang snorted coldly, "When you refused to surrender and decided to go against me, you chose a dead end. Now, it's you who should pay the price for your choice.
It's time."
A trace of cold murderous intent flashed through the eyes of the eagle, and Yan Liang waved his hand and shouted: "Come here, drag this guy down for me, bury him outside the city, and roast him alive."
At first, Yan Liang wanted to execute his father Pijia like this, but he didn't want the boy Budan to kill Pijia with one arrow. Today, Yan Liang will use Budan to try this new method of killing.
Being buried in the desert, with only one head exposed, exposed to the scorching sun, and roasted to death of thirst, this kind of death was quite suitable for Boudin, the murderer of his father.
"Your Majesty, have mercy on me, Your Majesty, please have mercy on me~~" Boudin was so frightened that he wet his pants and howled like a pig for mercy.
Yan Liang waved his hand and watched with a smile as he was dragged away by the sergeant and dragged to his death.
Dai Qisi was the only one left kneeling in the main hall.
Seeing Boudin being punished and now about to be brutally executed, Dai Qisi was frightened to the point of panic even though she had not suffered any physical pain. Her plump body was trembling and her back was soaked with blood.
She was covered in cold sweat, shivering and didn't even dare to take a breath.
At this time, Yan Liang restrained his coldness, and instead showed a faint smile on his face.
He unfolded the spring picture, admiring the gracefulness of Dai Qisi in the picture, and said enthusiastically: "Although this picture is very wonderful, it's a pity that the painter's level is not good. How about this, I will use my Dachu painter, here
How do you feel about drawing another one for you?"
Dai Qisi was stunned for a moment, her face flushed instantly. (To be continued...)