One night fighting.

Oh no, it should be said to be a unilateral massacre.

Because the outside world's clan could not touch the soldiers of the Central Plains at all.

There is a eroding swamp under your feet, a huge fire beside you, and a rain of arrows roaring above you.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a tragic situation in hell.

The roar lasted from last night until dawn, but there were still many soldiers from the outside world who were still left.

After all, there are really too many.

Most of the people who fell were buried in swamps and fires, and there were also many who fought for the opportunity to fight for the front line.

After all, no one wants to die if he can live.

If they took effective defense at the beginning of the fire, although many people would die, after all, the base was there, and the soldiers of the Central Plains dared not rashly step into the swamp and fight with each other.

If you pay a portion of the lives of soldiers, you may not be able to go back alive.

But that shocking explosion and the coach's escape at the last moment had long wiped out the only hope in their hearts.

The rest can only slowly perish in the fire.

Dawn rises.

The faint residual fire burned above the swamp.

Hundreds of thousands of foreign soldiers were buried in the swamp, with no trace of their torso left.

The swamp is like an abyss that devours everything.

Most of the remaining nearly half of the soldiers were surviving, with countless people with short limbs and broken bodies, and their eyes were filled with despair.

Now they are like lambs to be slaughtered, and they cannot even have a trace of resistance to the rain of arrows sweeping over the sky.

But this scene made the 500,000 soldiers of the Great Yan couldn't raise any sympathy, and only had happiness and shouting.

War will kill people.

Whether it is the winner or the loser, this ever-changing truth cannot be avoided.

They are not the ones who died today, and then the butcher's knife will inevitably land on the heads of the soldiers in the Central Plains.

The hatred that both sides have formed for thousands of years cannot be resolved.

"Wan Ling, do you think I look like a butcher?"

Looking quietly at the masterpiece he created, Mu Changqing sighed leisurely.

Hearing this, the little hand in the palm of the hand couldn't help but subconsciously squeezed it.

"You're not."

"You are the hero in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people in the entire Central Plains!"

For some reason, when Chu Zhi looked at the desolate feeling in the eyes of the man beside him, he felt a little nervous for no reason.

"Hero?"

In a trance, Mu Changqing seemed to have returned to the night when he fought with the 100,000 troops of Xia Kingdom in the Cut Valley.

His heroic name was also forged with the lives of 8,000 soldiers in Yangzhou camp and 130,000 compatriots in Yangzhou City.

But Mu Changqing didn't feel any happiness in his heart.

It is clear that the Central Plains crisis has been resolved.

There is no need to worry about the threat from outside the territory for at least a hundred years.

But looking at the faces that died in despair in front of him, Mu Changqing couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart.

Why fight?

Isn’t it good to live and work in peace and enjoy the happiness brought by life?

Having said that, if Mu Changqing had asked him to choose again, he would still not regret making this decision.

However, the fall of so many living lives in front of him still made him feel a little nervous.

He was not a bloodthirsty person, and if he had not forced himself, he would have hoped that both sides could turn war into jade.

But obviously, there is never a possibility.

Only with one side falling completely can this sleepless war be stopped.

"Are you tired?"

Chu Zhi watched it all night, and his little hand was also held by Mu Changqing all night.

It seems that I am gradually getting used to this feeling of being held by others, and I will not faint at any time.

"Yes, I'm a little tired~"

Shaking his head and laughing, Mu Changqing let go of Chu Wanling's little hand, flew towards the swamp with a glimpse, and then parked steadily on one of the chariots.

This final work no longer requires you to stay here.

Blay still has more than 100,000 soldiers. Mu Changqing was worried about Qing'er and Elise, so he naturally needed to go back.

Blay doesn't know what chaos is now.

Blay is really messy.

It can't even be described indiscriminately.

The whole city cried everywhere.

The soldiers robbed everywhere like crazy, and almost all the merchants in the city were unable to survive.

It was exactly what Green said that when war was about to go, these businesses were the ones who suffered in the end.

It's funny to think about it.

Blay serves as a hub city.

There is no jurisdiction system in the city, nor does it belong to any kingdom. It is just that the army of the Three Kingdoms of Friland is stationed here, which makes Blay seem stable and peaceful.

While this million army brings prosperity, it also lays hidden dangers.

There will be a day when the war is over. At that time, these businesses that have made a lot of money will become fat lambs?

The army with strict military discipline may not attack these businesses.

But those soldiers with lax military discipline would not leave willingly.

It would be fine if I win.

But if it fails...

If they had made a profit in the past, the merchants could only cooperate to take out some of the money, but they would never rob the city unscrupulously like they are now.

But today is different from the past.

The remaining soldiers in Blai knew that the food and grass were burned now and the war ahead was defeated, Blai was bound to face the military front of the Central Plains.

Instead of giving up this prosperous city, it is better to make a fortune first.

The people of the entire city fled and scattered.

There was no longer any guard at the city gate, and countless people left the city with their families.

Mu Changqing walked along the way, looking at the tragic situation along the street, his eyes became more and more serious.

One hundred thousand soldiers looted Bulai and had already left the city, leaving only the tragic situation on earth like ruins.

Just as he was about to arrive at the store, Mu Changqing saw a embarrassed figure running by his side.

As the largest pawn shop in Blay and the most profitable business, it is conceivable that they will inevitably be taken care of by those soldiers first.

In the past, Mu Changqing might have had some opinions about him, but now he has lost the desire to care about him when he sees his panic and frightened appearance.

I am busy, but in the end I am still empty?

The shop door is closed.

The soldiers from Yangzhou camp were guarding the inner courtyard with spears.

When Mu Changqing saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

When Blay was in chaos, the soldiers of the Yangzhou camp knew that the big thing had been done.

No need to hide your identity anymore.

There is a family member of the county magistrate in the inner courtyard, and the soldiers from Yangzhou camp naturally know the importance of it.

Ilita shrank in her sister's arms and woke up several times overnight with fear.

The little girl is still young, how could she have seen such a scene?

Liu Qing and Nida Okizuki and other girls also stayed in the inner courtyard, but they had never spoken because they were speechless.

"Crack."

Suddenly, someone gently pushed away the yard.

Ilita looked up in panic~

When I saw the man outside the door, the little girl was stunned and burst into tears the next second.

Tears rushed into the man's arms.
Chapter completed!