Feng Chong was not afraid of Long Qi. He rolled up his sleeves and glared: "Don't blame me randomly. I..."

"Okay. In the big tent, in front of your father, how do you act appropriately?" Wei Ru opened his eyes and shouted.

Long Qie immediately clasped his fists at Wu Nian and admitted his mistake: "Your Majesty, I have lost my composure."

Feng Chong was not afraid. He originally wanted to say, "What do you, a bitch, have to do with the big men's affairs?" But he changed his mind and decided to forget it.

This girl is probably a princess, but she can't be offended.

Wu Nian waved his hand towards Long Qie, indicating that he didn't care. Then he raised his head, took a serious look at all the generals present, and asked, "What about you?"

Wang Gui immediately said: "Your Majesty, I agree with General Long."

"Your Majesty, your Majesty..."

When the generals spoke one by one, they all agreed with Long Qie. Ten to one. Feng Chong was a true loner.

Feng Chong's face was ashen and he clenched his fists. He was very unconvinced, but he did not continue to embarrass himself.

Wu young man nodded lightly, the generals are still very pragmatic.

Although he was the one who started this military discussion, he actually had an idea in his heart.

The practical significance of this military discussion.

There is only one.

Up and down the Han Dynasty, we must not relax.

Maintain military readiness and send troops to Mongolia at any time.

Liaodong was over, but the expansion of the Han Dynasty was not.

"In that case, let's postpone the attack on Meng Yuan and let the spies from the Imperial City Division continue to probe Meng Yuan's true and false situation. When will the opportunity come? I will use the strength of the whole country to plow the court and clear out the holes."

"yes."

All the generals surrendered, but Feng Chong was the only one who was powerless.

Soon after, Wu Nian ended the military discussion. But Feng Chong stood up, raised his hands to Wu Nian and said: "Your Majesty, we captured many Slas prisoners on the battlefield, and now I am in charge of them. What should we do?

Disposal?"

Of course it was impossible for the Mongolians to keep prisoners.

But the Slavs.

It was also the first time for the generals and they had no experience.

"I don't hate foreigners. It's easy to do business. If you come in with malicious intentions and weapons, you don't have to go back. Just kill them."

Wu Nian said calmly.

"Yes." Feng Chong responded. Immediately, the generals left together. Wei Ru sat for a while and talked to Wu Nian for a while, and then at Wu Nian's urging, he went back to rest.

After Feng Chong left the Chinese army's tent, he immediately rolled up his sleeves, got on his horse and galloped back to his camp, preparing to kill the prisoners.

Battle of Huanglong.

Feng Chongjue's contribution was extremely great.

With his own strength, he led ten thousand households of cavalry to stop twenty thousand Slavic cavalry.

Have the consciousness to die in battle.

Although the Slavs later divided their forces and the forces on both sides were evenly matched, the casualties of the Han army were still very high.

Feng Chong's military camp became visibly empty. The sounds of pain from the injured soldiers who were still recovering were very harsh.

Feng Chong had no good impression of the Slavs at all, and after receiving Wu Nian's order, he couldn't get enough of them.

After returning to the main tent, he immediately summoned his confidant Qianhu Liu Ze.

"How are the Slavs, Liu Ze?" General Feng was able to shout in front of the King of Han. He returned to his small temple with an air of arrogance, held his head high and chest high, and said majesticly.

Liu Ze was also used to it, and replied with a normal expression: "They are still making noise, saying that they want to enjoy the treatment that prisoners should have."

"These bastards, do you think this is an inn or a restaurant?" Feng Chong said angrily.

Slavs are not afraid of death.

He said that if the Han army could release them, they would be willing to pay a ransom.

If they were to be killed, they would have no regrets. They just wanted to enjoy the treatment that prisoners should have before being killed.

Food that suits their appetites and a clean and tidy living environment.

It is also required to have time to relax and bask in the sun every day.

All in all, there were a lot of demands. It was as if they were not prisoners, but masters.

Uncle Feng has been enduring this for a long time.

"Tell them that they are going to be killed. There is no need to fight for the treatment of prisoners. However, I will allow them to have a full meal before they die. I will prepare the food of ordinary soldiers for them."

"Everyone adds an egg and chops it."

Feng Chong thought for a moment and then said.

Although he was half-dead with anger, I was still kind.

"Yes." Liu Ze wanted to say that adding eggs would be a waste. But he did not dare to argue with Feng Chong and turned around and left.

After Liu Ze left, Feng Chong took out the map and put it on the desk, and asked someone to get a plate of steamed buns. While chewing the steamed buns, he lowered his head to look at the map.

Today is Northeast Asia.

There are only four powerful countries left.

Chu, Han, Mongolian and Yuan, Slavic.

In terms of comprehensive national strength, the Han Dynasty has surpassed the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties, and has changed from the fourth to the third.

The King of Han has already sent out a signal.

How to kill the fourth child and strengthen the third child?

Feng Chong was munching on the steamed buns, thinking deeply. However, Liu Ze left and returned, bending down to report to Feng Chong: "General, the Slavs have another request."

"What a troublesome bunch of guys." Feng Chong was furious and started to protest, but he quickly suppressed his anger and asked, "What are you asking for?"

"They require a priest before they die. Hmm, perform religious services for them?!!! I don't quite understand. But in short, they want a priest." Liu Ze hesitated after thinking for a moment.

Although there are translators, the customs of the two ethnic groups are different.

After a sentence is translated, its meaning may become confusing.

Feng Chong pinched his chin. Slavic beliefs seem to be different from our Buddhism.

He had no good impression of the Slavs at all and was quite angry. After thinking about it carefully, he stood up with a slap on his thigh and said with a cheerful smile: "A priest? Isn't he a monk?"

"Yes. I agree."

"Find a temple or a Taoist temple. Find a monk or a Taoist priest and give them salvation."

"I wish them a happy life." At the end, Feng Chong said hypocritically.

Liu Ze was dumbfounded. Although he didn't know what a priest was, it was obviously not the same kind as a monk or a Taoist priest.

Just like those who believe in Buddhism, please ask the monk to save you.

Those who believe, please ask Taoist priests to save you.

Those who believe in Buddhism and Taoism at the same time can want them all.

But this pastor.

"Forget it. It's none of my business." Liu Ze shook his head, clasped his fist at General Feng, who was good at making nonsense, and simply turned around and left.

noon.

One hundred and twenty-three well-fed Slavic prisoners, including nobles and civilians, were all beheaded.

Then, he followed the local customs and was saved by monks and Taoist priests.

It was very lively with the playing and playing.

As for the corpse.

Then they were buried in mass graves together with the Mongolian people.

In life, he fights against Meng Yuan, and in death, he lives at the same point as Meng Yuan.

It can be considered a beginning and an end.

After Wu Nian learned about this incident, he felt dumbfounded, but he did not blame the general for it.

Don't do it for outsiders.

The King of Han is in good health and has strict orders.
Chapter completed!