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A man from Zhao Jun limped out of the prison camp with his hands tied.
He walked weakly, and his whole body was covered with scars, all left over from the war.
This was perhaps the last pride of his captive.
He was pushed by Qin Jun behind him, making his footsteps even more unsteady.
Under escort, he staggered into the valley.
But when he walked into the valley, he froze.
In the valley, there were potholes one after another, and countless Zhao Jun prisoners filled them, their hands and feet tied.
Roaring, anger, and cursing echoed in the valley.
Beside the pothole, countless Qin troops stood.
The man Zhao Jun looked at all this, his canthus was about to burst, his eyes were round, the veins in his bound hands were bulging, and his wrists were red from being strangled by the rope.
After a long time, the man lowered his head.
Behind him, Qin Jun, who was escorting him, put his hand on his back.
"You guys, don't die well"
The man's voice was not heavy, but extremely depressed, as if it had been squeezed out of his teeth. He gritted his teeth tightly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"A bad death"
Qin Bing was surprisingly not angry, and pushed him to the side of a pothole.
"Feel sorry"
Said, pushed him down.
An old man stood in front of the mass grave with his hands behind his back.
Gu Nan stood behind Bai Qi, standing quietly, history will not change after all.
More than 100,000 people, seeing it with their own eyes, realized how terrible this incident was.
She can't do anything and won't do anything.
Maybe even she didn't realize that she has changed too much. It's not that she is cold-blooded, but she has already seen clearly that this chaotic world is like the end of the world, she is powerless, and she can't change it at all.
He just looked at Bai Qi, only to find that in front of him, the old figure who had always been tall and straight was hunched over at this moment, like an ordinary old man.
Zhao Ren, who was lying in the pit, looked at Qin Bing standing outside the pit, and the hatred and anger in their eyes could almost gush out.
Bai Qi did not abide by the so-called not to kill those who surrendered, and it was impossible for him to abide by it from the beginning, but it is a pity that Zhao Kuo believed him.
Ignoring Zhao Jun who seemed to be eating people in the pit, Bai Qi raised his hand, the wrinkled one was really so weak this time.
"Bury."
Hands dropped heavily.
The Qin soldier who was in charge of burying people swallowed.
They killed people on the battlefield without blinking an eye, but their hands were shaking at this time, but they still picked up tools and began to fill the potholes.
Earth and rocks rolled down from the heads of the soldiers of Zhao State, and they struggled needlessly with their hands and feet bound.
Countless voices.
As the potholes were filled little by little, they dissipated.
Until the end, there was a dead silence in the valley, and there was no sound at all. It was as if those hundreds of thousands of people had never appeared before.
"Plop." A Qin soldier knelt on the ground, facing the valley, trembling, holding his head.
"Let's go." Bai Qi said.
The order was passed on, and the people on both sides barely supported the kneeling Qin Bing, and Qin Jun left the valley silently.
Gu Nan finally looked at the ground.
There was a palm there that was not fully buried.
It was covered with mud mixed with snow, hanging powerlessly on the ground.
As if trying to catch something, after all, nothing was caught.
Spear in hand, she turned her head.
She didn't know what she was thinking, she didn't dare to think about anything.
At the beginning of 259 BC, the Battle of Changping ended, the Qin army killed more than 200,000 people, the Zhao army's 400,000 army was wiped out, nearly 200,000 were captured, divided and killed in the valley, and Zhao Kuo died in battle.
Within three days, Changping was broken. The Qin army won a great victory and returned in triumph.
On the day Gu Nan left Changping with Bai Qi, Wang stood on the top of the city and sent them away.
The snow has melted cleanly, and the Dan River, which was still floating with thin ice a few days ago, is now thawing and flowing.
Brother Hei ate a meal of rare green ingredients and ate three bundles, which made Gu Nan think that he was raising a pig.
I don't know if Brother Hei will be able to run after eating like this.
But I didn't care about it, Changping for a few months, if there is no brother Hei, she probably won't be able to survive.
"Report!"
Standing alone at the entrance of the main hall, he spread his sleeves and hugged him openly: "Fan Ju, please see Your Majesty."
"Come in."
This man named Fan Ju has a fluttering beard and a fair but wrinkled face. He is not young considering his age. He is wearing a black official robe and has a dignified appearance with a convincing temperament.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Fan Ju bowed slightly and walked in.
Holding a bamboo slip in his hand.
This is the study room. The seemingly ordinary old man is dressed in a Chinese robe.
Sitting in front of the low table, holding a pen and reviewing the brief book in his hand.
"What is it?"
The old man didn't look up, and asked lightly.
"Changping battle report."
"Ok?"
The old man raised his head and stroked the center of his brow, as if he was a little tired.
His eyes were so scorching that Fan Ju didn't dare to look up.
"Submit it up for the widow to see."
"Yes." Fan Ju handed the bamboo slips to the old man.
"Wow."
With a soft sound, the bamboo slips were flipped open, and the old man looked at the documents on the bamboo slips by the candlelight on the table.
Word by word, read for a long time.
"Hehehe." The old man smiled, and his smile was heavy, and he should be happy.
"Your Majesty?" Fan Ju lowered his head, questioning.
"In the First Battle of Changping, more than 400,000 enemies were wiped out, and 200,000 were lost."
"Among them, 200,000 Zhao soldiers were taken as captives, all of whom were killed by Bai Qi."
The old man said the frightening figures, but it was like talking and laughing.
"It's nothing, really dare to do it."
Kill 200,000
Fan Ju swallowed.
"Your Majesty." Frowning, Fan Ju bowed, "I'm afraid Lord Wu An will do something like this."
"Afraid of what?" The old man gave Fan Ju a sideways look.
"Fan Ju is too talkative, Your Majesty forgive me."
"Hmph." The old man snorted lightly.
"However, the battle damage of 200,000 yuan is too much."
The old man looked at Fan Ju indifferently, and asked: "Mr. Fan, look, I am Da Qin, do I want to go north this time?"
Well, I didn't have class this morning, so I slept late, and the update is late, I am very sorry, ahahahahaha.