It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

Although we have been defeated, our family and relatives are all within the territory of Liang. If we surrender to these "Taihang bandits," our families will surely be implicated in the future.

Even if they escaped.

In this ancient world, where local sentiments were strong, the world was so vast that one couldn't think of anywhere to go.

The thought of this gave rise to a resolute and fierce determination.

He abruptly reined in his horse, turned around, and glared at Qing Hemiao, who was closing in, with bloodshot eyes. He roared hoarsely:

"Jiang Lin's mother! I'll fight you to the death!!"

Having said that, he stopped running away and instead spurred his warhorse, brandishing his sword, and charged back at Qinghe Miao!

Seeing their commander act this way, the few remaining personal guards behind him were also stirred up with bloodlust.

Roaring, he spurred his warhorse forward, brandishing his sword and spear, and charged towards Qinghe Miao ahead of his commander.

Since the other party has chosen to resist, Qinghe Miao will naturally not be polite.

The blood-stained staff in his hand swept out with a whooshing sound!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The first few guards were sent flying, weapons and all.

The next moment, Qinghe Miao's warhorse passed by the head of the Liang army general's horse!

The long staff, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, pierced precisely through the opponent's blade and struck heavily into the armor between his chest and abdomen!

"puff--!"

With a muffled thud, the general fell off his horse.

Qinghe Miao spurred his horse around, and before the horse's hooves had even come to a complete stop, the long staff in his hand struck the general squarely in the chest where the general had just struggled and raised his head!

"Ugh—!"

Blood gushed from the general's mouth, spraying all over the front legs of Qinghe Miao's warhorse.

It convulsed violently a few times before falling silent.

[You have defeated a Lv15 lieutenant, gaining experience... and improving your staff skills...]

The system notification tone will sound in due course.

The opponent's level is only slightly higher than that of an ordinary soldier.

It seems that in this martial arts world, apart from the highest level, an individual's martial arts prowess does not necessarily correspond one-to-one with their official rank.

At this moment, Qinghe Miao didn't have much time or energy to pay attention to anything else.

I felt a surge of exhilaration that washed away the fatigue from the fighting and the discomfort from the bloodshed.

He suddenly raised his long staff high and then swept it horizontally, snapping the flagpole of the flag hanging on the horse in half!

Immediately afterwards, Ti Yuxi, dragging the broken flag, circled the Mercedes while shouting loudly:

"Put down your weapons! Do not kill prisoners!"

"Put down your weapons! Do not kill prisoners!"

"The commander is dead! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!!"

His voice quickly triggered a chain reaction.

On the battlefield, similar slogans soon rose and fell in waves:

"Our commander is dead! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Drop your weapons and kneel down, or you will be spared!"

Gradually, many of the Liang soldiers who had collapsed fell down and knelt on the blood-stained ground after hearing this.

The shouts and clashes of weapons on the battlefield finally began to subside, replaced by suppressed weeping, groans, and excited shouts.

Of course, for most people experiencing such a battle for the first time, it takes time to recover from the intense adrenaline rush of excitement and fear.

Many people, their eyes still bloodshot, subconsciously continued to charge towards their original targets.

This even includes some who have already surrendered.

Qinghe Miao had encountered this many times, and he would use a long stick to deflect the weapons of those people and shout sternly to stop them.

They were suddenly jolted awake, then overwhelmed by immense exhaustion and lingering fear.

It wasn't until the leaders and lower-ranking officers came to their senses that they began to brace themselves and loudly reprimand their subordinates.

They gathered and guarded the surrendered prisoners, collected the scattered weapons, and aided their own wounded.

The battle is truly over.

More and more people are completely detached from the thrill of killing, and their stomachs begin to churn uncontrollably.

Many people bent over and vomited violently.

Chapter 83 Even in death, I still yearn to return to my hometown.

On the battlefield, both sides reacted similarly for a time.

It's so complicated that it's impossible to tell who the winner is.

However, there is nothing shameful about it.

This is the most appropriate reaction that normal humans should have after experiencing a brutal large-scale war.

When they are surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they can still eat and rest without changing their expressions.

They have matured.

But how far they are from ordinary humans is hard to say.

Qinghe Miao also felt somewhat exhausted at this moment.

It's not that they've exhausted their strength.

Although a significant amount of the energy accumulated by the Stand [Red Hot Chili Pepper] was used up in one go, there was still a surplus.

He still has physical strength, internal energy, or qi left.

After being detached from the battle, I felt a sense of emptiness, both physically and mentally.

It's somewhat similar to the concept of "time of the wise."

Open the system panel, and you'll see several "fatigue" statuses in the status bar.

The murderous intent remained, but the color did not change, and there were no other obvious abnormalities.

But he just didn't want to do anything, and he was too lazy to take off his blood-stained armor immediately.

He simply continued riding, letting his warhorse carry him, slowly strolling and surveying the battlefield strewn with corpses.

As far as the eye could see, there were large numbers of corpses lying on the ground, with limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere.

People have already been organized to move things around and sort them into different piles.

As he passed by, many people's gazes toward him gradually took on a hint of admiration and awe.

That's a fervent emotion that's ingrained in human genes, a natural and intense feeling towards the strong.

Before long, Huang Wulang, Tang, Fu, Dong and other leaders, after handing over the initial tasks of clearing and guarding the horse, gradually gathered around Qinghe Miaoma.

They were all covered in blood.

Some of them had damaged armor and tired faces, but they couldn't hide their excitement and exhilaration.

Then look at the rough estimate of the number of enemy corpses on the battlefield, and the dejected prisoners.

Everyone understood that this battle was a resounding victory!

Qinghe Miao noticed their approach and snapped out of his daze.

"Is the war over, and the work done?"

He reached out and removed his heavy iron helmet, letting others see his face clearly, and laughed and scolded:

"No need to clean up the battlefield? No need to inventory the spoils? No need to treat our own wounded? What are you all doing surrounding me?"

His face was damp with sweat, yet he still looked young.

Everyone was taken aback at first, but then they all burst into laughter.

"You're right, my lord! We'll take care of it right away!"

Huang Wulang smiled and clasped his hands in a fist salute, and the others echoed his sentiments. Then, sure enough, they sailed away together.

Only the personal guards of Feng Lingyue, who had been there from the beginning, stood up straight and continued to follow.

It was as if it were something to be very proud of.

On the battlefield, however, orders are carried out in a relatively orderly manner.

Some of the seriously wounded Liang army prisoners were assessed and treated by the soldiers who had some medical knowledge.

If it can be saved, use limited herbal medicine or clean water to clean and bandage it.

If the injuries are too severe and there is no way to save the patient, in order to avoid causing them more pain and to save resources, they will often be given a clean and swift final cut to end their life.

Thus, on the battlefield, besides the sounds of soldiers carrying heavy loads, the faint, intermittent groans of the severely wounded could be heard from time to time.

It usually ends abruptly with a short, muffled "plop" sound.

It was enough to make anyone who heard it feel uneasy.

It wasn't Qinghe Miao's meager "experience" that was the problem.

Since the "Taihang Army" was officially formed, he has been able to share a portion of the experience points after receiving a system notification.

Although the proportion is extremely low.

After this battle, relying on his own kills and team sharing, his level directly increased by one level, reaching LV 16, and his staff skills also reached the "minor mastery" level.

All kinds of reputation are also rising.

But he would naturally do his best to treat the prisoners who survived.

However, the limited number of medical officers in the army and the medicines that Qing Hemiao brought from the modern world must be given priority to their own wounded soldiers, without a doubt.

Even with his best medical skills, he was alone and couldn't save her.

In fact, even among our own soldiers, if the injuries are too severe, it is determined on the spot that they cannot be saved.

They often only receive the same "liberation" treatment.

Soon, news of the initial inventory of the spoils of war arrived, dispelling the heavy atmosphere brought about by the war.

The captured weapons included various swords, spears, bows, crossbows, shields, armor, and still usable warhorses.

Although some were damaged, the sheer number of them nearly doubled the scale of the Taihang Army's equipment!

What's even more exciting is that, don't forget, the opponent is Team MZ!

The amount of grain, salt, and dried meat captured was so considerable that there was a surplus to be used as rewards!

Everyone who participated in this battle began to show a genuine smile of victory.

Qinghe Miao's performance has truly established his prestige and status.

But those seized dried meats...

This brings to mind the food standards of the military during that era.

He won't eat it until the ingredients are confirmed.

The battlefield was initially cleared, and there were corpses piled up in several heaps.

Qinghe Miao remained silent for a moment, then sighed softly. Ignoring the hesitation of the others, he gave the order:

"We are all pitiful people in this chaotic world. In order to survive, let's not despise each other. Let's all be laid to rest. There's no need to make special distinctions. Just erect a few nameless tombstones so that everyone has a place to rest."

Even if you've never eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run.

In ancient times, especially after war, large numbers of corpses left abandoned in the wilderness could easily breed plagues.