Chapter 324: Slaughter in Front of the Formation

  The vast sky, a few pieces of clouds with strange shapes and colors drifting with the wind.

  Like wisps of light smoke, dark blue, cyan gray, dark black, brown green, patches of deep blue sky peeked out from these clouds, as if peeping at the tiny lives on earth that were like sesame seeds.

  On the ground, there is already an atmosphere of killing intent.

  Wang Honghan looked far ahead at the Huanglong Army Corps.

  Although they were deployed on the east side of the Chinese army at the same time, they were clearly divided into two groups.

  The Yellow Dragon Legion was slightly ahead, while the Wolf Legion was at a diagonal rear, responding to each other from afar.

  With these two legions holding firm on the east side, compared to the eight hundred thousand prairie allied army in front of them, they had confidence in achieving the final victory.

  But just now, a word from Gu Dao Yan made his heart hang up again.

  This command was transmitted to him alone, and those words made his heart even more uneasy.

  Strictly guard, the orderly didn't say what he should strictly guard against. However... his gaze turned forward, Liu Zhengyun was a prince after all, could it be that he would make some unexpected move?

  The Huanglong Army has always been the most trusted force of the imperial family and the biggest trump card in the hands of the emperor.

  If even they were to rebel, then the Great Han would have perished long ago.

  What does "strictly prevent" really mean...

  Just as he was worried, something unexpected happened in front of him.

  The Xiongnu chariots advanced slowly, escorted by the 10,000-strong Xiongnu reserve troops, bypassing the four-nation coalition army and arriving at the center of the battlefield.

  The curtain of the first carriage slowly opened, and the Xiongnu people roughly pulled two people down from the carriage.

  The two were one old and one young, the elder over seventy years old, the younger barely over ten years old.

  "Ah..."

  Far away, Liu Zhengyun's body on horseback shook slightly, and his face suddenly lost all its blood.

  The curtains of the second carriage were opened one after another, and several charming women were pulled down by the Xiongnu people.

  On the high tower, Gu Dao and Cheng Yinghao exchanged a glance, both seeing each other's worries and helplessness.

  Wang Honghan's face was equally ugly, he waved his hand and gave the order to prepare for battle to the soldiers of the Wolf Army. He could almost predict the final result.

  "Liu Zhengqin, open your eyes wide and take a look at who is here?"

  A loud voice came out from among the Xiongnu, and the figure of Zitu appeared at the front of the troops. He faced the Yellow Dragon Army and shouted loudly.

  Liu Zhengyun's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, his lips tightly closed, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

  "Hit..."

  At a shout of command, several Xiongnu soldiers drew out their whips and lashed them fiercely at the bodies of those women.

  Suddenly, the sound of wailing filled the air. Those women, who were used to enjoying wealth and glory every day, had never suffered such hardships before, and they all burst into loud crying.

  They had beautiful faces and slender figures, but the whip of the Xiongnu people cracked every time, bringing up a strip of torn fabric. Before long, they were already naked, with dark red marks on their snow-white skin, shocking to see, yet with a special tempting flavor.

  "Old Master..."

  The cry of grief is like the yellow oriole's bloody tears, moving people's hearts and lungs.

  Liu Zhengqin's face was ashen, his hands tightly grasping the reins of the horse, but from start to finish, he remained silent and expressionless.

  He gave a cold smile and pointed at the old man and young boy who had just gotten off the first car, saying: "If you don't recognize these worthless people, that's fine, but surely you can't have forgotten these two."

  Liu Zhengyun's lips trembled and he stared blankly ahead, unable to speak.

  The various generals and personal guards around him were all looking at each other in dismay, not daring to utter a single word.

  "Hmm..."

  A cold laugh entered the child's ears, and his head, which was originally hidden in the old man's arms, suddenly raised high and shouted: "Dad..."

  Liu Zhengyun's body shook violently, almost falling off his horse. At this moment, his mind was in a state of utter confusion, and he no longer knew what to do.

  "Liu Zhengqin, you don't care about those concubines, that's fine. Must your old father and young son be implicated too?"

  The sound of the flute was heard far and wide, even the ancient Taoist on the high tower could hear it clearly.

  "Archers ready, face... Yellow Dragon Army."

  Quietly, Wang Honghan gave this difficult order.

  Thousands of bowmen in the Wolf Army quietly adjusted their direction, with a cold sweat in every one of their palms.

  This time, they faced not the Xiongnu people, but their own brothers.

  His eyes had no hesitation, no pity. After the chase through the desert with Zhang Zihua, his thoughts had undergone some changes.

  He became more mature and also more ruthless.

  He stretched out his big hand and waved it, and those Xiongnu soldiers who were beating him immediately put down their weapons.

  They seemed to be using their whips with great force, but in reality they were holding back, each whip's force was controlled extremely well, whipping people would only increase the pain, but wouldn't hurt the tendons and bones.

  Otherwise, those delicate women would hardly have had the strength to cry incessantly after persisting for so long.

  "Tell your father to surrender, and as long as he surrenders, I'll ensure that you can reunite with your family safely."

  He spoke to the child standing ten steps in front of him on the left.

  Beautiful big eyes but unspeakable terror, he nodded repeatedly as if he understood, the childish voice rang out high and clear, although not loud, but seemed to pierce the heart.

  "Dad, he said as long as we surrender, we can be reunited. Dad... come over here..."

  In the end, his voice was already shaking with a few sobs, and he could no longer conceal his fear and panic.

  "Are you coming?"

  It seemed unintentional, but Liu Zhengyun's mouth kept repeating these three words.

  "Liu Tong, not just you, but I, the general, guarantee to all who are willing to surrender. Once surrendered, a reward of 10 taels of gold will be given immediately. All officers will retain their original positions. As long as there is no intention to rebel, they will be treated equally with my own people. If this promise is violated, let heaven and earth witness the destruction, and die under the chaotic blades."

  His inner strength was profound, his voice carried far and wide, echoing endlessly on the battlefield.

  The soldiers of the Huanglong Army turned their heads one by one to look at their leader, and their eyes also had a hint of confusion. Perhaps, only Liu Zhengyun's choice was their final decision.

  "Draw your bow."

  A cold voice came out of Wang Honghan's mouth, the generals' faces turned black, they quickly gave orders, and the soldiers secretly opened their bows and arrows in their hands. As long as the Huanglong Army rebelled, the arrowheads in their hands would pour down mercilessly without any mercy.

  Right side, left side, central army, no one dared to speak again, they were all waiting, waiting for Liu Zhengyun's decision.

  Perhaps his decision is the key to today's battle.

  The air was thick and heavy with tension, the Hunnic axe-men guarding the old man and child didn't even dare to take a deep breath.

  *sigh*...

  A sigh broke through the suffocating air, and the old man behind Tongzi suddenly stood up shakily.

  Several Xiongnu people beside him immediately brandished the bright steel knives in their hands. However, for this old man who was about to rot like a piece of wood, they did not dare to return with an old fist.

  General Zuo is staring at him there. If he punches him, this half-dead old man will be killed, and it's strange that General Zuo won't flay their skin.

  Perhaps dazzled by the flashing knife light, the old man covered his face with his sleeve, raised his head, narrowed a pair of small eyes and carefully looked ahead.

  As he grew older, his body was no longer robust and his eyesight wasn't very clear either.

  It was just that he roughly understood the direction, and at this time, he raised his eyes to look around, and in front of him was the number of the Huanglong Army.

  He took a step forward, embracing the weeping little grandson. At such an old age, he should have been frail and weak, but somehow he had gained strength at this moment. He even discarded his walking stick, which he used to lean on when walking, and stood upright with just his two skinny legs.

  "Liuzhengqian..." The old man shouted with all his might: "I am your father, he is your son, remember, you are a Han Chinese..."

  Suddenly a sense of foreboding flashed through Duo's mind, and he exclaimed: "Catch..."

  But his voice stopped there, because after the old man finished speaking, he actually rushed forward with the child in his arms.

  One of the Huns guarding there was too late to react, a bright steel knife pierced through the old man's chest and out his back.

  A gentle breeze blew by, as if bringing a hint of coolness.

  The soldier stood there helplessly, staring at the two people hanging from the blade, his eyes equally panicked.

  The old man's corpse slowly slid down from the blade, his eyes wide with anger, his face a terrifying grimace.

  Bright red blood flowed out of his body and quickly dyed that piece of flat land red.

  "Wow..."

  A loud wail came from the old man's arms, and the child's right hand was bleeding profusely.

  The old man, although eager to die, at that last moment, whether intentionally or unintentionally, still spared his grandson's life.

  His tense face relaxed a bit, and he was about to speak when a strange noise suddenly came from the air, his face changed drastically.

  An arrow as long as a spear, seemingly from the distant sky, pierced through Tongzi's throat.

  The child's voice was like a piece of cloth cut off by the sharpest knife, making a harsh and unpleasant sound.

  He fell heavily to the ground and never got up again, nor did he ever make another sound.

  "Ah..."

  Filled with countless grievances and sorrows, Liu Zhengyun's angry roar shook the heavens, his head held high as he let out a long, mournful howl, like a ghost wailing or a god lamenting, moving people to tears.

  His whole body was trembling, but his hands remained perfectly still.

  There - on those big hands, a big bowstring was lightly trembling.

  "Give me... kill"

  He almost squeezed out these three words from between his teeth, and Liu Zhengyun's boundless hatred seemed to have ignited a raging fire within him.

  The soldiers of the Yellow Dragon Army moved, taking an offensive posture.

  Liu Zhengyun killed his son in front of the array, expressing his determination. The morale of the Huanglong Army was unprecedentedly high at this moment.

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