For a Prosperous World

Xu Xue stopped, but the snow on the ground had not melted away.

The spring scene of the second year is coming soon.

A Zhao Jun man was **** with his hands and limped out of the prison camp.

He was weak, and there were scars all over his body, all left during the war.

This may be the last pride of his captive.

He was pushed by Qin Jun behind him, his footsteps were more unstable.

He was escorted and walked into the valley.

But when he walked into the valley, people were still.

There are pits after valleys, and countless prisoners of Zhao Jun fill them, binding their hands and feet.

Roaring, sorrowing, and yelling in the valley.

Beside the pothole, there are countless Qin Jun.

Zhao Jun's man looked at it all, his eyes were cracked, his eyes were round and round, his hands tied with his arms were violently blue, and his wrists were turned red by the rope.

For a long time, the man bowed his head.

Behind him, Qin Jun, who escorted him, put his hand on his back.

"You guys, you ca n’t die ..."

The man's voice was not heavy and extremely depressed, as if squeezed out of his teeth. He gritted his teeth, bloodshot from the corner of his mouth.

"You can't die ..."

Wu Qinbing was surprisingly not angry and pushed him to a pothole.

"Sorry ..."

He said, pushing him down.

An old man stood with his hands on his back and stood in front of the mass grave, looking indifferent.

Gu Nan stood behind Bai Qi and stood quietly, after all, history will not change.

More than 100,000 people saw it with their own eyes before they knew how terrible it was.

She can do nothing and she can do nothing.

Maybe she didn't even realize that she had changed too much. It's not cold-blooded, but it's clear that this is a troubled world like the last days. She is very weak and she can't change at all.

He just looked at Bai Qi, but found that in front of him, this old man who had always stood upright, now he was cuddling, like an ordinary old man.

Zhao Ren, who was lying in the pit, looked at Qin Bing who was standing outside the pit. The hatred and anger in their eyes could almost burst out.

Xi Baiqi did not obey the so-called deceased not to kill. He could not obey from the beginning. Unfortunately, Zhao Kuo believed him.

I did not pay attention to Zhao Jun, who seemed to be eating in the pit, and raised his hand in vain. The wrinkled one was so weak this time.

"Buried."

He hung heavily.

The soldier in charge of Qin Guo who was in charge of the people swallowed.

杀 They killed and did not blink on the battlefield, their hands were shaking at this time, but they picked up the tools and started to fill the potholes.

The earthen stones rolled down from Zhao Guo's soldiers, and they were boundlessly struggling with their hands and feet.

Countless sounds.

As the potholes were filled up a little bit, they disappeared.

Until the end, there was a dead silence in the valley, and there was no sound at all. It's as if those 100,000 people never appeared.

"噗通." A Qin soldier kneeled on the ground, facing the valley, trembling, holding his head.

"Let's go," Bai Qi said.

Xun's order passed down, and people on both sides barely erected the kneeling Qin Bing, who left the valley silently.

Gu Gunan finally looked at the ground.

有 One palm there was not completely buried.

The mule dipped in the mud mixed with snow and fell weakly to the ground.

It seems like something is to be caught, after all, nothing is caught.

She carried her spear and turned her head.

She doesn't know what she is thinking, she dare not think about anything.

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年初 In the beginning of 259 BC, the battle of Changping ended. The Qin Army killed more than 200,000 people. The entire army of Zhao Jun's 400,000 army was annihilated. Nearly 200,000 were captured and killed in the valley.

No more than three days later, Changping broke. Qin Jun triumphed and returned triumphantly.

On the day Gu Nan left Changping with Bai Qi, Wang Yan stood on the city's head and sent them away.

The snow has cleared up, and the Dan River where the ice was floating a few days ago is now thawing and flowing.

Brother Hei He had a rare meal and ate three big bundles, which made Gu Nan think he was raising a pig.

I don't know if Black Brother eats like this, if he can run in the future.

But it didn't matter, Changping had been for several months. If there was no black brother, she would probably have trouble keeping it.

"Report!"

He stood alone at the door of the main hall, spreading his sleeves, and embracing in a hug: "Fan Ye, see King."

"Come in."

The man Fan Fan has a long beard. Although his face is white but has many wrinkles, he is not too young to wear. He is dressed in a black official robe and has a dignified look, with a convincing temperament.

"Thank you King."

Fan Fan slightly worshiped and walked in.

I carry a bamboo slip in my hand.

This is the study. The ordinary old man looks like he is wearing a Chinese robe.

Yan Duan was sitting at a low table, holding a pen and reading the simple book in his hand ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ What happened? "

The old man did not look up and asked lightly.

"Changping Battle Report."

"Ok?"

The old man raised his head and touched his brows. He seemed a bit tired.

His gaze was scorching, so Fan Ye did not dare to look up.

"Come and show it to the widow."

"Yes." Fan Ye passed the bamboo slip to the old man.

"Wow."

With a light sound, the bamboo slip was opened, and the old man looked at the candlelight on the desk case and looked at the paper on the bamboo slip.

看了 Verbatim verbatim, watched for a long time.

"Hehehe." The old man laughed, and laughed heavily, should be open.

"King?" Fan Ye lowered his head, questioning.

"A battle in Changping, with over 400,000 enemies and 200,000 lost."

"Among them, 200,000 Zhao Jun were captured and killed by Bai Qi."

The old man said a frightening number, but it was like talking and laughing.

"This is nothing, I really dare to do it."

Pit kill 200,000 ...

Fan Fan swallowed his throat.

"King." Frowning, Fan Ye said: "Wu Anjun is such a thing, I'm afraid ..."

"I'm afraid?" The old man sided with Fan Ye.

"Fan Ye said so much, the King forgives him."

"Hum." The old man snorted softly.

"However, this battle cost 200,000, but it is too much."

The old man looked at Fan Ye lightly and asked, "Mr. Fan, look, my Da Qin, will I go north this time?"

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Alas, I didn't have class this morning, so I slept a little late and updated late. I'm so sorry, haha, hahaha.