As the last ray of sunset disappeared, the battle officially came to an end.
Three thousand elite soldiers faced off against hundreds of herdsmen, and there was no doubt about the outcome.
In addition to those who rose up to resist and were killed, there were also more than a hundred women, children and children who gathered together, waiting for the butcher's knife of these vicious men.
The oldest of these children is only ten years old, and the youngest is still in his infancy.
They clung to their mother's side, with all kinds of complicated rays of light in their eyes, either fear or hatred. Some even held small toy bows in their hands. Although they had no lethality, the arrows were aimed directly at them.
captured the surrounding Ming troops.
The captured Oara woman held her child tightly in her arms, looking at the cold swords of the Ming army in front of her, her eyes full of pessimism and despair.
Zhu Qizhen walked around, looking at those childish bodies and hateful eyes, his scalp felt numb.
How to deal with so many people, all of whom are women and children?
Fan Zhong seemed to understand his thoughts and advised: "Your Majesty, you must never be merciful to your enemies!"
Li Zhen also stepped forward and said fiercely: "The Wala people have been harassing our Ming border town all year round. They have never shown mercy to our Ming people, regardless of gender, old or young! As the saying goes, treat others in their own way.
.We will treat them how they treat us!"
This is the truth, but after all, Zhu Qizhen is a modern person and is not willing to kill everyone.
Looking at the hateful eyes of those women and children, and the expectant eyes of the Ming Dynasty soldiers, he walked slowly, his back soaked with cold sweat.
Fan Zhong and Li Zhen didn't want to push too hard, so they looked at his frown and remained silent.
Time passed by, and the air was surprisingly quiet, with only the crackling sound of firewood burning, and the firelight reflected everyone's face red.
More than a hundred Wala women and children looked coldly at the Han man who controlled their destiny and remained silent.
Zhu Qizhen suddenly stopped his steps, and then shouted: "All Wala people, listen!"
These women and children thought that the other party was about to take action, so they couldn't help but look frightened and hugged each other tightly.
Zhu Qizhen suddenly realized that they might not understand Chinese.
"Ha Ming, you translate!"
"Yes!"
Ha Ming stepped forward and acted as a temporary translator.
Zhu Qizhen regained his emotions and said loudly: "I am the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, you all look at my face!"
Ha Ming translated these words, and sure enough, the eyes of more than a hundred women and children swept towards Zhu Qizhen's face.
"I killed your family!"
"I didn't want to kill anyone, but they killed my relatives and compatriots, including countless women and children like you!"
"So, please remember my face. If you want revenge, just come to me. I'm waiting for you!"
Zhu Qizhen roared like a wolf, with such a ferocious look that even the baby who was waiting for feeding in his mother's arms was frightened and stopped crying.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him, with fear and more hatred.
Zhu Qizhen glanced at everyone and continued: "According to what you Wala people have done, both emotionally and rationally, I shouldn't let you go. However, our ancestors have a saying that God has the virtue of good life.
, since our ancestors have said so, today, I will give you a chance!"
There was silence among the Oara people, waiting for Ha Ming to translate for them in Mongolian.
Ha Ming was stunned and looked at Zhu Qizhen in disbelief.
Not only him, Li Zhen and Fan Zhong were also puzzled, why should they be let go?
Ha Ming couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Qizhen waved his hand to stop him and said, "What I said should be translated to them word for word!"
Ha Ming had no choice but to translate it word for word.
After listening, these Wala women and children seemed to be incomprehensible and their faces were full of disbelief.
Ha Ming had no choice but to repeat it to them, confirming that he could survive. The surprise on these people's faces began to turn into joy. They hugged each other, danced and shouted wildly, with tears streaming down their faces. Although the children did not understand their mother's cheering
Although it means nothing, he seemed to be infected by this emotion. He opened his smile and stretched out his delicate little hands to rub the tears on his mother's face.
Li Zhen couldn't bear it any longer and stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. I suggest that these people be killed and all will be dealt with!"
Zhu Qizhen's eyes were lowered, as silent as water, and he stood there for a long time with his back turned, without saying a word.
No sadness, no joy, no one knows what he is thinking.
Only the tightly held palms revealed some clues to his mood.
The carnival of Wala women and children suddenly stopped, and they suddenly realized that the man who held the power of their life and death was still silent. The veins on his clenched hands were prominent, which showed the fierce battle in his inner thoughts.
If this person had repented on the spot, more than a hundred women, children, and children would still not have escaped the fate of being massacred.
These people began to become frightened, with expectations or hatred in their eyes, staring closely at the motionless figure, waiting for his final judgment.
Town Zhu Qi took a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Li Zhen, and said leisurely: "Uncle Xiangcheng, if I entrust you with this responsibility, will you be able to do it?"
When Li Zhen heard this, she immediately drew her sword. When the Wala people saw it, they were frightened and panicked, and they retreated continuously.
However, the bloody scene did not happen.
Looking at the helpless woman in front of him and the baby waiting to be fed, Li Zhen's face turned red and white, and his cheek muscles trembled violently. He gritted his teeth and raised the steel knife. His hands, which had killed countless people, were trembling slightly. After hesitating for a long time, he finally sighed.
After taking a breath, the sword in his hand dropped weakly.
"Your Majesty, if you want to kill a man from Wala, I won't even blink. But these women and children..."
Having said this, he sighed again and shook his head feebly.
Zhu Qizhen's eyes were like lightning, scanning the children in front of him one by one with fear and hatred in their eyes. After a long time, he sighed quietly: "Look at the hateful eyes of these children. When they grow up, they may be like us."
Do you have good relations with Ming Dynasty?"
Li Zhen shook her head and said: "I'm afraid it's impossible!"
"If we kill them today, will the other Wara people be friends with Ming Dynasty?"
Li Zhen shook her head again and said nothing.
"The battle between the Ming Dynasty and the grassland tribes cannot be solved by killing a few people. What I want is their surrender, complete surrender!"
Everyone was silent for a long time, and suddenly heard Zhu Qizhen continue to say: "Uncle Xiangcheng, fellow soldiers, I want to ask you a question. Our Chinese nation has been prosperous for thousands of years, and there are as many famous commanders and good generals as the stars in the sky. They are countless.
.They defended their homeland and country, spread their power far and wide, and achieved brilliant results, which made countless enemies frightened and fled. The deeds of these ancestors and sages are passed down to this day. Did they earn their reputation by killing unarmed people?"