I, the Prince of Qin

　　……

　　Blood splattered on her clothes, and the girl has been very quiet.

　　The once strongest Zhao State, after this battle, will no longer have any threats.

　　The girl looked at the hundreds of thousands of Zhao Jun who had surrendered, while promising to treat them kindly and letting them go home, while ordering people to take action at night.

　　Countless raised swords slashed down at those who had no resistance.

　　Those Zhao people who had already taken off their armor, put down their weapons, and fell asleep with fatigue and peace of mind were cut down like straws.

　　The corpses were sprayed with blood and piled up in layers.

　　Many people fled crying.

　　Countless people scolded themselves for not being trustworthy, and scolded the Qin people for reneging on their promises.

　　Some people who only wore inner linings and did not even have their panties fastened organized to break out, and rows of bright swords cut down those soft bodies with ease.

　　The Zhao country is different from the Qin country. Many people are soldiers in war and farmers in their spare time.

　　They are still waiting to surrender, no need to fight, and go home to watch their wives and children on the hot kang head.

　　Even in this day's sleep, I dreamed of the fence of my hometown, the chickens in the vegetable garden, the little daughter who ran into the chicken coop to look for eggs.

　　The little daughter was holding the hen's freshly laid egg, which was missing a tooth and laughed silly.

　　The Zhao people kept kowtowing to the soldiers, saying they were willing to surrender and accept all arrangements.

　　But the sword was still mercilessly slashing down their necks.

　　No reason, it's just an order.

　　The duty of a soldier is to obey orders, not to mention the strict discipline of the Qin army, which is unparalleled in the world.

　　Some people say that when you go to the battlefield to kill people, you must be mentally prepared to be killed.

　　But this does not apply to those who have surrendered and even their weapons have been confiscated.

　　The people who were killed did not understand why the Qin army was so brutal.

　　The Qin people hate us so much that they don't even allow it to surrender?

　　But the faces of those Qin soldiers and the girl in white did not show any hatred.

　　Some Qin troops even showed pity.

　　Only the start did not show any relief.

　　Human crying and begging for mercy are inherently influential, and will arouse pity in each other's hearts. Even cats and dogs are rarely attacked after they turn their belly whites to show their obedience.

　　But all these instincts, which are biological, human, and a conscious being, do not apply here.

　　Because these killings have nothing to do with emotions, hatred, fear, revenge, mockery, enjoyment, venting...

　　The butcher knife swung down is mechanical and efficient, cold and accurate.

　　The fallen corpses are like parts on an assembly line.

　　The head rolled on the ground, no one took a second look, only the fastest and most precise massacre, under the most powerful execution, executed meticulously and earnestly, just like the rigid employees of the company.

　　A bloody palm caught the foot of the girl in white, and the girl lowered her head.

　　"Please...please..." The man was covered in blood, with a large piece missing from his neck. He miraculously didn't die, but he couldn't survive. He only reported his last hope, murmured and struggled. beg for mercy.

　　The deputy general next to him slashed, and blood splattered on the face of the girl in white.

　　why?

　　The girl wiped the blood from her face.

　　The reason is actually very simple.

　　This is the most efficient method.

　　Zhao Jun surrendered a large number of people, and Qin Jun will bring great trouble to deal with this group of people.On the way of the march, he has always brought such a large number of surrendered troops with him. Once the war is tight, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not change.

　　In addition, these are the living forces of the Zhao State. Once they are released, they will be reorganized by other generals, and they will turn into an enemy army. If they meet on the battlefield, it will cause more casualties to their soldiers.

　　Maybe this, maybe that.

　　In order to suppress the risk to a minimum, the precise and rational calculation result is to kill in place.

　　Then, in order to prevent the corpse from spreading the plague, it must be buried as soon as possible.

　　Those who are not dead are buried directly.

　　Zhao Ren, who was under his feet, was cut off by the adjutant's knife, and Gulu Gulu's head rolled twice, and the bloody hand was still on his ankle.

　　The girl in white was stunned, took two steps, looked at the head on the ground, squatted down, and closed her round eyes.

　　A person's death is a tragedy.

　　The death of [-] people is just a number.

　　The girl in white watched all this silently, and the slaughter continued from midnight to dawn.

　　The sun appeared in the sky unknowingly, and the blood-colored sunlight sprinkled on the earth.

　　The girl covered her brows with her palms, looked up at the sky, and saw that the sun was dyed blood red, and thick blood dripped sticky from the edge of the outline, pulling a few strands of blood in the sky.

　　Under the blood sun, the soldiers began to bury the dead and the dead in an orderly manner.

　　An immortal Zhao man was lying in a temporarily dug pit, with mud covering most of his body, and he was still trying to use his zombie-like hands to scrape the dirt off his face.

　　The soldier next to him walked over, stabbed it with a gun, and blood poured out of the soil.The soldier then walked back and continued to fill in the soil.

　　The girl in white looked blankly.

　　This is the most efficient way.

　　This is the most correct approach for Da Qin.

　　If there is anything wrong, it can only be that he is too good at finding the shortest and most efficient path to victory.

　　After slaughtering the [-] soldiers of Zhao State, the girl in white planned to continue to attack Handan, the capital of Zhao State, but Zhao State ceded the land and asked for peace.

　　The girl returned to Xianyang, and suddenly one day, she found that the smell of blood was too strong to wash off.

　　In the Qin Palace, Fan Ju walked across and fell to the ground in fright.

　　That day, Fan Ju, who fell to the ground, saw an endless stream of blood, spreading throughout the palace, rising into the sky, drowning the sun, dyeing the scorching sun blood red, and countless corpses climbing on the Xianyang Palace officials and maids. Along the way, countless bloody handprints were left on the pillars of the hallway made of carved jade.

　　And the girl in white in the bloody sky is still so clean, as if all the filth and cruelty in the world cannot be stained on her body.

　　Bai Qi didn't resent Fan Ju's words to King Zhaoxiang to kill him.

Chapter 417 Chapter [-] I owe you a thank you

　　When Fan Ju saw the girl in white for the last time, the girl was sitting by the window, looking at the white camellias outside the window.

　　Spotless clothes were sprinkled on the cushions, and she was leaning like a sleeping lotus leaf.

　　"Why did you refuse to attack Zhao State again?" Fan Ju was stunned, sat down, and asked.

　　"My mission has been completed." The girl in white said lightly.

　　"You know?" Fan Ju froze again, his expression a little sad.

　　The completion of the task has two meanings.

　　On the first floor, Zhao State's most important living force, almost all young adults, were killed overnight by Bai Qi, and even if they survived, they no longer have the conditions to come back to life.

　　Not only Zhao State, after these years of battle, Bai Qi has almost defeated all of Daqin's competitors, and the general trend has become unstoppable. Even if there are some obstacles on the road before Daqin, they no longer constitute a fundamental problem.

　　As for the second meaning...

　　"'There are two kinds of powers of the emperor'." Fan Ju was silent for a while, and repeated the words of King Zhaoxiang.

　　No matter how much the girl in white knew, he continued to speak to himself: "The power to make people live, and the power to make people die. Soldiers, ominous weapons, I, Qin, want to unify the world, and I can only hold high this ominous weapon. ."

　　The girl in white quietly watched the wind blowing petals outside the window.

　　Fan Ju continued: "If a general succeeds, ten thousand bones die, and if a country succeeds, how much more will ten thousand bones die? In this world, wars have been chaotic for years. In the past, countless people have died in the chaos of war, but to end this troubled world, we can only continue to bury it. human life."

　　"From the point of view of my Daqin, go into battle to kill the enemy, and enjoy! From the point of view of the same people in the world, no reason can change the fact of killing itself. The emperor's diligent governance and love for the people can make the world prosperous and the people can reproduce; but this Isn't the thriving prosperity built on countless blood and bones?"

　　"There's no right or wrong here."

　　Fan Ju looked at the girl earnestly, hoping that through those cold and clean eyes, he could penetrate directly into the other person's heart.

　　But it was found that the inside was still spotless, and at a glance, everything was seen through, but nothing was seen.

　　He took a breath and continued to replace the Nine-Five Lord, explaining: "The authority to kill, the unknown swordsmen, and the bones brought by him will not be silent with death. Maybe there is no magic, no other In a world of paranormal phenomena in terms of spiritual consciousness, the monarch can kill at will without considering backlash..."

　　"...But we have to take into account that those things are still spreading in the land of Daqin, in the Xianyang Palace, and...the resentment and blood that lingers around you."

　　After Fan Ju finished speaking, he looked at the swirling blood-colored fog beside the girl in white, and watched the bloody handprints that spread from her body, clinging to the ground, attached to the beams and bricks of the roof, and the bloody handprints that were constantly digging up from the ground. Withered hands of soil...

　　The first time I saw it, I was so frightened that I fell to the ground. Even if I was mentally prepared, Fan Ju still felt that his face was blue and his body was cold.

　　It is not one or two resentful spirits, not the kind of lonely spirits full of malice and hatred that can be seen everywhere, but hundreds of thousands, millions, and even because of the aggregation effect, they continue to attract all the souls who have died in the war, and finally A terrifying death vortex formed.

　　That is a living, appearing on the earth, the blood pool hell!

　　Fan Ju didn't understand why the girl was still so calm in this aggregate of resentful spirits, which was even more terrifying than the Infernal Hell.

　　I don't even understand why those resentful spirits, those blood and corpses, had clearly surrounded her, but they wouldn't infect her. Those curses wouldn't even invade her body and soul at all.

　　This was beyond Fan Ju's comprehension, so he could only honestly complete the task entrusted to him.

　　He took a short breath and was about to speak.

　　The girl in white stood up lightly and patted the skirt with her slender palm.

　　"I understand. I'll be alone," she said.

　　Fan Ju's words got stuck in his throat, and suddenly he felt a little hot tears in his eyes.

　　That girl, who already understood everything, still said it so indifferently.

　　so lonely.

　　The girl in white tidied her hair, pinned a white flower with a light yellow stamen on the left, and gathered her long black hair behind her, hanging down to her slender waist.