The sand flies like a curtain, and the city is in doubt on a dim moonlit night.
When a big explosion without warning started from behind the army formation, it approached the front army one after another.
When the broken corpses were submerged in the tongues of fire rising into the sky, wave after wave crushed countless ant-like lives.
When the most important life tablet far away in the palace suddenly collapsed, Chu Xianping's plan took the final step at this moment.
When all this happened, the 700,000 Ganhui army finally collapsed...
"ah!!"
"Run away!!"
"Run away!!"
"Okay, hero, spare your life!"
"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
"..."
Screams, wailings, begging for mercy, and all kinds of chaotic sounds spread quickly to the entire battlefield like a plague. The tooth flags embroidered with the words "Qian" and "Hui" fell down one by one, and were soon followed by the crowded crowd. Step on the soles of your feet.
Throwing away the helmet and armor, the army is defeated like a mountain.
No matter how much the sergeants yelled, once a rout was formed, everything would be irreversible.
If you look down from a high altitude at this time, the army will be like black waves rolling back, spreading wildly and desperately in all directions, and finally disappearing at the edge of the night.
Of course, there are only a few people who have the chance to escape.
For most people, in a situation where there are enemy troops in front and "ground fire" behind them, all they can do is abandon their swords and surrender.
"Clang clang clang clang!"
Countless swords and swords fell to the ground, and soldiers one after another fell to their knees with fear on their faces, begging the Ningshu soldiers who were enemies a second ago to bypass them.
What's more, some will chop off the heads of their companions with a knife as a sign of "surrender", or they will take out some scattered silver coins from their arms to buy their own lives.
Cowardice, fear, despair, betrayal...
At this moment, various complex emotions are intertwined in this small battlefield, and the bottom line of morality and humanity is becoming increasingly unclear.
For returning soldiers, in order to survive, integrity, dignity, family and country, all these have long been forgotten.
As for the soldiers of Ningshu, for military merit and to vent their anger, they actually did not fare much better.
"Pfft pfft!"
The shadow of the knife was vast, and heads fell to the ground one after another.
Facing countless enemies who no longer resisted, the soldiers of Ningshu were doing only one thing at this time——
That is to kill as many people as possible before the officer gives the military order.
Prisoners are not counted for military merit, but their heads are.
Therefore, what they see in front of them at this moment is not "people" at all, but just the steps leading to the top of fame...
This kind of massacre without any resistance is even more frightening than the fierce battle just now.
People are no longer humans, and life is no longer life.
When the boundaries between good and evil, good and evil, right and wrong, black and white gradually become blurred in the night, then this battlefield becomes a Shura field, and all that is left is the most instinctive part of human nature. desire.
From this perspective, there may be no distinction between good and evil in war.
In other words, the winner will always be the "just" party.
...
"Changtian!"
On the north side of the battlefield, when Liang Zhen rushed to Wei Changtian's side, the two Kuilong men had already fled far away.
When the army first showed signs of collapse, they chose to escape without hesitation.
Wei Changtian did not chase him, he just put away the Moon-Chasing Sword that had not yet been used, and then stood in the air and silently watched everything that happened under his feet.
To be honest, the sudden defeat of Qian Hui's army was reasonable. After all, no one could withstand the terrifying explosion just now.
But on the other hand, this is undoubtedly beyond everyone's expectations.
Because before the explosion started, no one would have imagined that the situation would turn out like this.
"Changtian, this, this was all arranged by you?"
Next to him, Liang Zhen once again looked at the flames that were still burning in the distance. There was no joy of victory in his tone, but instead there was some lingering fear.
"no."
Looking away, Wei Changtian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It should be Chu Xianping."
"Chu Xianping?!"
His eyes widened suddenly. Liang Zhen was stunned for a long time, and then at a certain moment he suddenly blurted out in disbelief: "Is he a fake rebel?!"
"probably......"
Looking at Fengyuan City from a distance, Wei Changtian's eyes were very calm.
His mood at this time was the same as Liang Zhen's. He had just won a big victory, but he couldn't be happy at all.
Is it because Chu Xianping stole his limelight?
Wei Changtian is not such a "competitive" person. If possible, he even hopes that others can handle various problems properly without doing anything himself.
What's more, if it weren't for Chu Xianping this time, the Ningshu coalition would have killed countless more people, and he would have been forced to use the Moon Sword again, even spending a lot of system points.
But why don't I feel happy...
"Uncle Liang, something may have happened over at Fengyuan. I'll go back first."
After a while, Wei Changtian stopped thinking about these things for the time being. He turned to Liang Zhen and said, "Just keep an eye on this side and tell me if you have anything."
"good."
Upon hearing that something might have happened to Fengyuan, Liang Zhen's expression immediately turned serious: "Go quickly, I won't cause any trouble."
"Okay, then I'm leaving."
Nodding, Wei Changtian didn't say anything more, and soon turned into a black shadow and headed towards Fengyuan City.
Shortly after he left, several Buddhist monks hurriedly found Liang Zhen.
"General Liang, where is Mr. Wei?"
Several eminent monks looked quite embarrassed. They must have suffered a lot of losses in the battle with Kuilong's people.
"Changtian has returned to Fengyuan beforehand."
Liang Zhen looked at the furrowed brows of several people and asked doubtfully: "What urgent matter do you senior monks have to find him?"
"Amitabha, General Liang, can't you see this scene?"
They looked at each other, and a Buddhist monk pointed to the battlefield at his feet, his eyes pitiful and said: "Now that the victory or defeat has been determined, why do you still allow the soldiers to kill the enemy's surrender in this way?"
"General, please give the order quickly and don't hurt Tianhe again!"
"..."
The tone is urgent and the expression is sad and angry.
It can be seen that these Buddhist monks are not pretending to be compassionate, but they really can't bear to see such scenes of massacre and surrender.
It was obvious that he was still fighting desperately with Kui Long's people before, but now he turned around and begged for mercy for the enemy...
Facing their request, Liang Zhen just smiled and answered casually:
"I understand that all eminent monks are compassionate."
"But I'm just a warrior, and I only know how to not be soft-hearted against the enemy."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything wrong."
"In half an hour, I will order the army to seal the sword."
"But before that...if the eminent monks can't bear to watch it, then don't watch it."
"You Buddhists often say that you should put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."
"Anyway, you can become a Buddha as long as you don't kill, so what's the difference if it's earlier or later?"
"..."
In the clear sky, the crescent moon became bright again, and the stars in the sky exuded a light clear glow.
It was still early before dawn, and the moonlight passed through the thick night fog, as if covering the battlefield with a silvery veil.
In the still-unending sound of killing, this unprecedented battle came to an end.
Afterwards, statistics showed that of the more than 700,000 soldiers who returned to the main army, less than 100,000 escaped, more than 300,000 died in battle, and more than 300,000 were captured.
If we add those who died in previous battles, out of the 1.2 million troops that entered Xinfeng, only 100,000 people were able to return to their homeland in the end.
The mountains, snow, rivers, and icy fields are desolate, and the blue is like the white bones of the beacon smoke.