Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

After several life-and-death battles, the Chishuo army was defeated, but Yang Zhounan was still angry.

Even though they could not catch up with him for more than ten miles in the mountains, Aru Khan was able to escape again by taking advantage of the depth of the grassland and with the help of cattle and horses.

He was immersed in the yellow sand and dust, choking and coughing repeatedly.

Looking at the herd of cattle and horses galloping in the distance, he gritted his teeth and became so angry that he jumped off his horse and punched the air.

"Hold--"

Even the horse was slapped innocently and let out a few gasps in shock.

Wu Qien was being escorted by two soldiers and tied up tightly. Without the iron mask, his face was indeed extremely handsome.

Her fair skin, along with her gray-blue eyes, gave her an indescribable exotic charm.

When the subordinates saw the deputy general dismounting and walking towards them not far away, they immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Yang..."

Yang Zhounan didn't look at anyone, walked straight to Wu Qien, and kicked him hard in the chest and abdomen.

The kick was so powerful that before Wu Qien could react, he vomited blood and rolled several times on the ground.

For a moment, it felt like all my internal organs were about to come out.

After two failures in previous years and the recent days of running around, Yang Zhounan took out all his resentment on Wu Qien.

"Hahaha--"

Instead of begging for mercy, Wu Qien laughed wildly, his face and mouth still bleeding, but he was still arrogant.

"You are a bunch of useless people. You have not been able to capture my father Khan for so many years. You are all a bunch of good-for-nothings."

He struggled to stand up from the ground and half-knelt. His whole body was shaking due to exhaustion, and he looked unyielding.

"Eternal Heaven will bless my father, the Khan, to live and make a comeback. When that happens, my Heavenly Wolf Cavalry will trample over your corpses! Even your damn emperor will become a prisoner!"

Prisoner?

He is truly a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger. He dares to be so arrogant even when facing death.

Yang Zhounan took off his helmet and threw it to the ground, grabbed Wu Qien's collar and said harshly.

"My dear Prince, who is the prisoner now? Ah! It's your useless father who abandoned you and your people and ran away. Do you think Hadan is on his way to round up your father?"

Hadan was the Great Khan of the Badala tribe. He prided himself on his pure bloodline and viewed the Chishuo and Danba tribes as hybrids and impure, damaging the sanctity of the nation.

His power is far less than Chishuo's, and he has suffered repeated losses in decades of fighting. Now, Aru Khan has become a defeated general, and Hadan will certainly not let him go.

"You..." Wu Qien seemed to have spoken to the heart of the matter, gnashing his teeth and saying, "I will kill you!"

Yang Zhounan said, "You should pray to your gods to bless you to live longer so that you can see how your father Khan and your tribe were killed."

"That's enough." Xiao Yan came over from behind and interrupted him, "Why are you talking so much to a prisoner? Take him away."

Inside the Khan's tent.

Dozens of officials knelt in the center with their heads hung, not daring to look up. Out of the corner of their eyes they could only see the iron armor and blades of the soldiers on both sides, which looked cold and murderous.

Even though the knife was not unsheathed, my heart felt as if it was being pierced by the tip of the knife, trembling to the point of dizziness.

Before I could recover, I suddenly heard heavy footsteps, and each step was accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing against each other.

Xiao Yan sat down on the throne, took off his iron helmet, revealing a heroic face.

His eyebrows are relatively wide and thick, his eyes are slightly long, his facial features are three-dimensional and strong, and he has a typical dark complexion and big eyes.

The murderous aura on his face frightened the kneeling person. He said nothing, tapping the table rhythmically with his fingertips and looking down coldly.

The tent was so quiet that only breathing could be heard.

a long time……

Xiao Yan said sternly, "The tribes of the Di Kingdom have been vassal states of our dynasty for many years, paying taxes and tribute, and conducting trade. We have always lived in peace. I, Daning, believe that I have treated you well. Yet, you, the Chishuo tribe, have repeatedly and unprovokedly massacred and plundered our border people. How can this be justified? Do you know what price you will have to pay?"

A brave man jumped out from below and shouted, "Why should we bow down to you just because you are so high and mighty?"

"Why?"

Xiao Yan snorted coldly, "Your ancestor, the Great Khan, was the first to invade our Daning a hundred years ago. His descendants followed suit, slaughtering countless of our people and invading the barbarians. And you still have the nerve to ask why?"

He stood up and walked down the steps, counting in a deep voice.

"In the second year of Shengzhi, Pingxi was plundered on a large scale."

"In the sixth year of the Shengzhi reign, Liu Ning was robbed, hundreds of women and children were abducted, and nearly ten thousand men were killed."

"In the ninth year of the Shengzhi reign, your spies sneaked into the Nantong border town and launched a surprise attack, making a feint to the east while attacking from the west and bombing our garrison camp."

Xiao Yan walked back and forth in the tent, knife in hand, his words becoming increasingly angry.

"In the fifteenth, nineteenth, and twenty-first years of the Shengzhi reign, you led your troops to invade various parts of our Daning border. Now you ask me why? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"However, no matter what the outcome, the laws of this world are always that the fittest survive. Our dynasty's righteousness allows them to share peace, but you all don't cherish it."

"Since you've broken the rules, you have to follow them!"

"The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit. Kill if you want to." Another middle-aged man said it bluntly.

He could only hold on for two seconds before he heard the wailing of women and children outside the king's tent.

The brave warrior who was full of blood and vigor just now suddenly lost his spirit and begged for mercy.

"I only beg you to spare the people of my tribe."

Xiao Yan walked around to the man's side and said in a deep voice, "The loser has no right to negotiate terms."

He walked out of the tent and the man collapsed to the ground on the spot. Yang Zhounan glanced at him and followed him out, hesitating and wanting to say something.

“…Qing Jun.”

Xiao Yan didn't look at him. He was silent for a moment and said, "Except for the elderly, the weak, women, children and the common people, all others will be killed without mercy! And..."

He looked at the people fleeing in the distance, tilted his head and said something else.

"Tell your men to be careful and not go too far."

"Yes!"

Nearly a thousand officials, both large and small, who were united with the former dynasty's former subordinates, were taken to an open grassland and lined up in a row to receive the punishment of the loser.

In the wars and battles throughout the dynasties, who is right and who is wrong?

It's just that each of them serves his own master. The victimized people have no choice, and neither does Xiao Yan.

Half an hour later, the blood soaked the grass and quickly formed a large pool of blood.

He looked into the distance. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and the breeze was blowing gently. Everything was so beautiful.

But this beauty is incompatible with the bloody scene of humanity at this time, as if a dividing line is drawn between the two that will never connect.

at night.

Yang Zhounan brought milk tea and snacks into the tent, where several oil lamps were already lit.

Xiao Yan sat at the desk, closing his eyes to rest, his whole body immersed in the warm dimness, smoothing out some of his coldness.

After running around for more than a month, he finally got some shut-eye, and Yang Zhounan couldn't bear to disturb him.

He took the cloak from the wooden rack beside him, gently covered Xiao Yan with it, and picked up the written letter on the table.

As he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of a big cut on Xiao Yan's arm.

The black cloth had been soaked with blood, forming a dark patch the size of a palm.

Yang Zhounan frowned and sighed, muttering to himself, "It's always like this. I don't even take care of the injuries."

So he ordered his personal guards to call a military doctor.