Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 247: Bloodbath for Three Thousand Miles, Divine Punishment!!! (Please subscribe, please vote for the monthly ticket, please vote for the recommendation ticket.)
Mobei Grassland.

In a settlement of a large Khitan tribe.

In the tent in the center, an extremely old shaman suddenly opened his dark eyes. Without a trace of light, he walked out of the tent in panic.

Looking at the evening sunlight, cold sweat flowed from his forehead. In his eyes, a bright bloody sun seemed to be reflected in the scarlet sunlight.

The bitter cold wind blew through the blood-soaked grassland, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and countless Khitans died in horrible ways.

The shaman was immediately terrified and fell backwards, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. He trembled and muttered to himself:

"God of Heaven is above, God will punish you!"

"God's punishment is coming!!!"

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Youzhou!

Because Meng Fan only brought the heavenly soldiers and generals to the Northern Expedition, he didn't even need to prepare soldiers and food. He only needed to bring Meng Fan's own rations.

In other words, Meng Fan was ready for this war in less than two days after returning to Youzhou.

"Your Highness, do you really not need me to go with you on this Northern Expedition?" Dian Wei asked a little worriedly.

Meng Fan shook his head and said, "Youzhou City needs a good general to guard it now. You should stay and help Mr. Kong Ming. I can fight against Khitan in the north by myself!"

Seeing Meng Fan say this, Dian Wei sighed and had to obey the order.

But when Meng Fan walked out of the north gate, he found that there was a man waiting for him with a horse.

"What's the matter, Chi Meng? Are you here to see me off?" Meng Fan asked with a smile.

Chi Meng snorted softly: "Who wants to see you off? I'll go with you!"

"Chi Meng, you have to know that I'm going to the battlefield this time, not a joke. You stay in the Youzhou Palace, where you will be provided with delicious food and drinks. Isn't that good?" Meng Fan frowned and said solemnly.

"I know, but you've already promised to help me find the Bad Leader, so of course I have to follow you. Otherwise, what if you run away?"

Although Chi Meng said this, his eyes were filled with deep worry.

Even though Chi Meng had only met Meng Fan for a few days, after spending these days together, Chi Meng had actually already considered him as her friend in her heart.

Now, Meng Fan is going to fight the Khitan, and as a friend he must help out.

"There's a saying in the Central Plains that goes 'share happiness and share hardship.' I know you're great at Kung Fu, but my Kung Fu is pretty good too!" Chi Meng said, patting his chest.

Meng Fan smiled, waved his hand, took out a coat from the Golden Core World, threw it on Chi Meng, and reminded her: "Since you are going to the grassland with me, it is cold in the north, be careful not to catch a cold."

"drive---"

Meng Fan rode his horse forward, and Chi Meng immediately jumped on the horse and followed closely behind Meng Fan.

"Little Pot, how did you perform that trick just now?"

"Who are the soldiers under your command in this battle against the Khitan?"

Chi Meng kept asking questions, but Meng Fan did not answer. Instead, the heavy sound of horse hooves brought endless blood to the Mobei grassland.

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A Khitan tribe in the Mobei grassland.

Accompanied by a burst of rapid thunderous horse hooves.

Trample, tramp, tramp... the ground kept shaking in unison, the sound was like a landslide, the force was like thunder, and it was like a rushing flood!

I saw more than 10,000 heavenly soldiers marching straight into the grassland like sharp arrows. They were wearing white armor that shone silvery-white in the sun, and they wore roc crowns and winged helmets with white tassels and feathers on them, and they held sharp swords and long spears in their hands.

The armor gleamed, the blades were cold, and the soldiers were of different types. Some held a large shield made of fine iron with gorgeous patterns carved on it, while others held a longbow made of silver with a dragon carved on it.

His fierce gaze was as sharp as a knife, majestic and awe-inspiring; his battle robe rustled in the cold wind.

Riding on the Pegasus, which is also a product of divine machinery, it is like a killing machine, like an army of gods and demons.

In an instant, countless Khitans scattered like birds and beasts, covering their heads and running away, shouting again and again: "The demon king's army is coming!"

The truth is revealed under the iron hoofs. The cold sharp blades ruthlessly harvested the lives of these Khitan people, just like cutting wheat. Heads fell, regardless of whether they were old, weak, sick, disabled, or young and strong.

A medium-sized tribe with more than a few thousand people was slaughtered in an instant, without any sign of life left. Then, the Ruhua Divine Machine followed behind and packed up all the spoils and took them away in different categories.

Like locusts passing through.

The last step is to set it on fire to prevent the occurrence of plague, which can be said to be a one-stop service.

Even though the silver helmets of the heavenly soldiers and generals were covered in blood, even though the long spears were covered in black dirt, and even though the cloaks behind them seemed soaked in blood, they still could not conceal their sharpness and murderous intent.

Afterwards, two people rode their horses slowly past.

Chi Meng watched as Ruhua lifted up the body of a child that was not even as tall as the wheels of a car. The child's face looked up at the sky with a hideous expression. Chi Meng couldn't help but feel a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Little Pot, can't you just let them go?"

Meng Fan shook his head, his eyes revealing a hint of cruelty and ruthlessness. He looked at the scenes with indifference. After so many days of fighting, his heart had already become cold.

"I know what you want to say. Have you ever thought that even if I let go of these children who are only as tall as the wheels, I will lose the protection of adults."

"It is impossible for them to survive on this grassland for long. They can only struggle for a few days, but will eventually die. It is better to... die early and be reborn sooner!"

"The whole family is together!"

"Besides, we must remove the roots of the grass, otherwise it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. Then it will be the Youzhou that will be in trouble!" Meng Fan sighed.

The Northern Expedition against Khitan was a bloody massacre covering three thousand miles.

Wherever it passed, all lives were lost and everything was razed to the ground.

A rumor has been spreading on the grasslands of Mobei: a demon king and his army of monsters have begun to massacre all living beings on the grasslands!
No one can escape its judgment. This land has been cursed. Only by leaving here can there be a chance of survival.

Meng Fan watched all this quietly. Killing had nothing to do with right or wrong, and there was no justice or injustice in wars between countries.

Meng Fan actually likes a sentence said by a certain character: War is a dirty game, and I am a dirty player.

War is always accompanied by blood and slaughter. It is an extension of something. Meng Fan has never felt that he is a righteous person. On the contrary, he can use any means to achieve his goal.

It is not wrong to say that he is a bloody executioner. A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of countless people. The dragon throne is stained with blood. The road to becoming an emperor always requires trampling on the lives of others.

Even if I become a lonely person, I don't mind.

The dragon horse under Meng Fan's crotch took a bite of the blood-stained grass, and his eyes showed a satisfied look while chewing, as if he was enjoying it very much.

"Chi Meng, after seeing all this, will you still consider me a friend?"

Meng Fan touched the head of the dragon colt under his crotch, then looked at her with a dim gaze and asked softly.

(End of this chapter)