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Chapter 300 Buried Alive
The fire at Xionggouling was contained by a natural firebreak created by the streams.

Thankfully, the entire mountain range wasn't set ablaze.

After a night, it is gradually going out.

The bodies of the soldiers from both sides left in Xiong Gou Ridge were also burned to charcoal in the wildfire.

These need to be buried deep in the soil.

More bodies are still in Verum.

The excavation work was far too massive, so cremation was ultimately chosen as the method of disposal.

On the firewood, the corpses were piled up into a small mountain.

The smell in the air was really unpleasant.

General Xiong moved his command camp ten miles north.

He was extremely envious of the boundless natural pasture in front of him.

If the Seven Guards of Kansai had enough troops, he would like to build a large camp and a horse farm here!
Right now, I really have the will but not the ability.

After much deliberation, he sent out more than a thousand soldiers to search for the herders who had previously grazed their livestock nearby.

no way.

The Seven Guards of Kansai lack everything.

Food is a major problem.

Sheep are currently the easiest staple food to buy.

The military farming also required a large number of cattle and horses to plow the land.

It doesn't matter what, as long as the herders are willing to sell.

They can buy as much as there is.

Anyway, once we get back, we can organize people to dig coal in the Gobi Desert!

With coal, there is a continuous stream of income.

As for the fifty-odd Hu prisoners, General Xiong entrusted Gan Minglan with all matters related to their interrogation and negotiation.

Gan Minglan was forced to take on a part-time job.

Before negotiating with the Hu people, she said she wanted to stir up some trouble first.

She drew a thousand men from the vanguard battalion and spent an afternoon digging a large pit at the foot of the mountain, about eighty square meters in size and more than three meters deep.

After that, the fifty-odd Hu people who had been drugged upon arriving at the camp were simply pushed to the bottom of the pit.

"Puff."

"Puff."

The drug, which was supposed to induce unconsciousness, was awakened by the physical pain.

On the top of the pit.

Seeing General Gan's signal, Commander Gu deliberately spoke in a muffled voice:

"What a damn bad luck! I thought we'd get a big reward for capturing the high-ranking Hu official! Who knew the Hu would send someone to slash our General's face! Although men aren't afraid of being disfigured, the wound on his face is too deep. The General is still furious."

Then, the vanguard battalion's straight man loudly chimed in:
"If you ask me, it would be much easier to just have each person cut it down! It's exhausting for us to dig such a big hole!"

The other person seemed to kick the person who answered, and shouted:

"What do you know? How can the wounded General be satisfied with such an easy death? He said it must be buried alive! He specifically instructed us to fill in one section of soil every day, and it will take at least seven or eight days to seal it!"

"Alright! This tiring work will have to fall on our shoulders, brothers!"

"If you don't want to stay here and bury the Hu people, then go and continue fighting with the vanguard! I heard that after three more days of rest, General Rakshasa will lead his men to attack Yili! He says there are many livestock there, and the Hu people there are much richer!"

"Then I must go to the battlefield! Leaving five hundred men behind to bury the barbarians alive is too wasteful of manpower! Following General Rakshasa, it won't take long to storm the barbarian capital."

The two walked away as they talked, and their conversation became indistinct.

Surileg's eyes were tightly closed, his mind in turmoil.

The conversation I just overheard contained a wealth of information.

First of all, it must have been our own third brother who injured the enemy general!
Secondly, the Bei army wanted to hold these prisoners accountable for this.

The most critical thing is that the Bei army still has the strength to continue fighting, and has set its sights on the wealthy Yili, and even has its sights set on the royal city of Shache.

Rakshasa General?

He actually knew about Rakshasa in Buddhism.

A flesh-eating demon!

No wonder. No wonder the serial killer, Third Brother, died in a single encounter from the opponent's wooden gun.

The fake madman met a real devil!

The real evil spirit is superior.

The great battle last night was led by that Rakshasa general.

They all felt that they were bound by a mysterious force, otherwise nearly 12,000 people would not have been completely powerless to resist.

Is that an evil spirit casting a spell?
With their capabilities, even tens of thousands of people wouldn't be enough to faze them.

Although Iri was wealthy, its horse archers were not as strong as those they brought.

Can't stop it, can't stop it at all!
Thinking of this, Suzhelege couldn't help but shudder.

Huh?
The vines that had bound his hands and feet were gone.

The dry grass in his mouth seemed to have been thrown out halfway.

become free!
I can breathe so easily now!
However, he experienced generalized muscle weakness.

Even raising my hand is difficult.

He opened his eyes, about to look around.

"Surilege, Morigen, are you alright?" Hasbaren's weak voice came from afar.

The two sons answered in turn:

"Ata, I'm here!"

Ata, are you alright?

After that, a dozen or so generals and thirty or so noblemen spoke up, indicating that they were still alive.

Hasbaren couldn't wait to ask his youngest son:
“Surleg, your Chinese is the best here! I vaguely heard some Bei soldiers cursing and swearing just now. What were they saying? Why does this place look like a big pit?”

Surrage's voice was slightly hoarse as he replied:
“Ata (Father)! Third Brother slashed their commander’s face at Xiong Gou Ridge, and they ordered us to be buried alive! They said they would bury us one section a day, and it would take seven or eight days to bury us until we were over our heads!”

"Ah! Jebeta!"

The old general swallowed the rest of his words: Why couldn't the third brother kill the other party?

Now it's their turn to reap the bitter fruit.

The captured people: "."

There is nothing more despairing than knowing when and how you will die.

Even more despairing things were yet to come, Suzheleg continued:

"Last night, a single shot killed Third Brother and one of our prisoners. He was a vanguard general of the Bei Army. They all called him General Rakshasa. In Han Chinese Buddhist scriptures, Rakshasa is a cannibalistic demon. They also said that this Rakshasa General planned to lead his men to attack Yili in three days."

"Ah!" The Hu people exclaimed in surprise.

Before they could ask any more questions, dust began to rise from above.

The countdown to being buried alive has begun.

The frightened Hu people hurriedly helped each other up from the pit.

They were truly exhausted, but they didn't want to die so quickly.

With great difficulty, they helped him stand up.

He hurriedly covered his head, eyes, mouth, and nose with his robe.

Less than half an hour.

Below everyone's chest, there was only thick sand.

Dozens of Bei soldiers jumped down from the top of the pit and trampled over it thoroughly.

Before long, they had trampled the loose sand up to their waists.

Actually, there's no need to put in that effort at all.

Everyone has been poisoned by the "softening powder"!

It's difficult for them to even stand up on their own.

This night.

The temperature at the foot of the snow-capped mountain dropped to below ten degrees Celsius.

Inside the large tents, fires were needed for warmth, while the Hu people, who had no insulation measures outside, had already turned pale with cold.

(End of this chapter)