The Restoration of the Great Qin of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 767 I choose to kill
"puff!"

This spear stab was extremely accurate, and the gentian silver spear directly pierced Jingjue King Ula's throat.On Jingjue King's majestic body, the vitality was dying little by little.

"thump!"

King Jingjue lost all vitality and lost his balance. The mace in his right hand fell to the ground first. As Zhao Yun withdrew his left hand back and pulled out the spear, King Jingjue Ula fell down.

……

Seeing Jingjue King Wula who fell to the ground, Zhao Yun showed a stern look on his face, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.With a swipe of the gentian silver spear in his hand, King Jingjue's body was instantly torn apart.

The spear pierced Jingjue King's head, Zhao Yun picked it up in the air, and shouted at the Jingjue army who was fighting against the corner.

"Jingjue King Ula has died in battle, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

Zhao Yun is the only general in the army at this moment, and at the moment he gave an order, the [-] troops roared up to the sky, and the huge sound waves swept across the entire battlefield.

"Jingjue King Ula has died in battle, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Jingjue King Ula has died in battle, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Jingjue King Ula has died in battle, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

……

The sound of the chant continued for a long time, just like the song of Chu when it was surrounded by songs, it defeated the last persistence of the Jingjue army, especially after the death of King Jingjue, the entire army lost its commander.

An army without a commander has lost its energy and spirit, and simply does not have the courage to continue fighting.The end of the Han Dynasty is not the same as the later generations, and the last soldier will never surrender.

The death of King Jingjue actually means the end of the war!
"Clap!"

……

The [-] elite army put down their weapons and handed over their lives to the enemy. As a soldier, he did not die on the battlefield, but became a despicable soldier.

For these people, this moment is sad and even more a shame.

……

It's just that at this time, they had to surrender to have a way out. At this moment, Pang De and Dian Wei had joined forces, facing the [-] army, they had no chance at all.

Between life and death, they chose life, and surviving idly may not be a kind of living.

……

"drive!"

Seeing that the dust had settled on the battlefield, Ying Fei shook the reins and rushed towards the center of the battlefield under the protection of five hundred iron eagle warriors.

Now that the elite army has surrendered, this surrendered army has become a current problem, Zhao Yun can't decide whether to kill or let go, so Ying Fei can only do it himself.

"Shut up!"

With a charge, Ying Fei rushed to Zhao Yun and the others, lightly reined in the horse's reins, and the black horse under her crotch stopped instantly.

"I have waited to see the lord!"

Seeing Ying Fei coming, Zhao Yun and others quickly saluted Ying Fei and said.

"Ah."

Nodding his head, Ying Fei looked away from Jiang Zuo and landed on Zhao Yun and the others, smiled slightly, and said.

"The victory of this battle depends on all the generals fighting for the front, and the three armies are brave. Among them, Zilong has the greatest military exploits, Evil Lai is second, and Pang De is the third."

Taking a deep look at the three of them, a strange color flashed across Ying Fei's eyes, with a little deep meaning, and said: "The military exploits you have made, the Marquis knows in his heart, and one day it will be no problem to be a Marquis."

There is an old saying in Ying Fei's hometown that if you want the donkey to run, you must have the donkey to eat.

Dian Wei and others fought hard, why did they risk their lives to win?What they do is to confer titles and worship ministers, to spread their fame to the world, to glorify their ancestors and descendants, and to glorify their families.

After all, people like Dian Wei are considered to be the underworld in the late Han Dynasty, and they want to use violence to improve their social status.

Knowing this, Ying Fei didn't mind being granted the title of Marquis or Prime Minister at all, as long as the world belonged to him, it would inevitably be a large-scale award at that time.

"Thank you, lord, I will follow you to death!"

Hearing Ying Fei's statement, the faces of Zhao Yun and the three showed ecstasy. The three of them are generals, not as deep as a counselor.

The thoughts in the heart are expressed on the face one by one.

"Ah."

Nodding his head slightly, Ying Fei once again set his sights on Jiang Zuo. Seeing these people, Ying Fei became a little tangled up for a while.

He knew the potential value of these people, but when he sent troops earlier, he said that he wanted to kill people from the eight countries in the Western Regions.

If you don't kill him, you will get a huge blow to your prestige if you spread it out. The king of a country, a high-ranking person, doesn't care about what he says, and it will make his subordinates and military personnel feel alienated.

Because you have no jokes!

And Ying Fei is destined to be a man who is a monarch!

Thoughts flickered in his mind, Ying Fei was engaged in a battle between heaven and man, to kill or not to kill, this was a difficult choice, like a time bomb with only two threads.

One represents death, and the other represents life. At this moment, Ying Fei is holding the scissors in his hand, deciding between life and death in one thought.

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"Assemble the three armies and prepare for the blood sacrifice!"

In the end, Ying Fei finally made up his mind, these people must be killed, and only by killing these people can they deter the young people in all directions.

He wants to pay homage to the soldiers who died in battle with the most exquisite blood, and he wants to use these exquisite blood to awaken the blood-killing beasts in the hearts of the soldiers of the three armies.

This time, Ying Fei chose the most extreme blood sacrifice!
Ying Fei knew in his heart that this choice of his would give birth to an iron-blooded army, a division of hell devils, and from now on, this army would only obey his own orders.

"promise."

Sensitive to the word "blood sacrifice", Zhao Yun glanced at the bewildered Jingjue army and sighed.He knew in his heart that Qin Hou Yingfei must have made up his mind.

The fate of this [-]-strong army is already doomed.

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The [-] troops moved extremely fast.In just one hour, a huge high platform has been built, and on the high platform are the tablets of the dead army.

There is no detailed name on the tablet, but the soldiers who died in the Battle of the Western Regions are written on it.This was written by Qin Hou Yingfei himself, with his blood.

Flags were fluttering on the high platform, and the huge Qinhou Shuai flag fluttered in the wind.Under the guard of Tie Ying Ruishi, Ying Fei climbed up to the high platform step by step.

"Soldiers, in this battle, there are 20 troops organized by the elite Eight Nations in the Western Regions. 4 people in the Western Legion were maimed, and you will defeat them today."

"Our army won the victory today, but this victory was won by the blood of countless brothers Pao Ze. When you can still stand and listen to Ben Hou's lecture, they can no longer stand up."

Looking at the silent army, Ying Fei paused every word, and said: "The bloody smell in the air is not only from the Eight-Nation Allied Forces of the Western Regions, but also our brothers, our robes."

"Yesterday, a living person has become a corpse today, and it has become the nourishment of the land in Loulan County."

Having said this, Ying Fei changed the subject and shouted, "Actually, these people, these brothers, and these robes could have been sacrificed."

(End of this chapter)