If I send you to join the army and marry a woman, will you conquer the Empress?

With Qin Feng's command, the killing intent that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted like a volcanic eruption.

"kill!"

The 300,000-strong allied army, like a black, raging tide, swept fiercely towards the tens of thousands of surrendered northern barbarian soldiers kneeling and begging for mercy in the center of the square.

The first to rush forward were the soldiers of the Great Xia who had lost their loved ones and comrades in the street fighting the previous night.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and the knives in their hands trembled slightly from the excessive force.

"Aaaaah! Give me back my father's life!"

A young soldier cleaved the northern enemy in front of him with a single blow...

A surrendered soldier from the northern barbarians, seeing the approaching Xia soldiers, was so terrified he wet himself, kowtowing and screaming:

"Don't kill me! I surrender! You can't kill prisoners!"

His answer was a cold, long sword.

"Pfft!"

"Go to hell, you can't kill him!"

The soldier chopped off his head with one stroke, then, without looking back, pounced on his next target.

"Why didn't you say we couldn't kill my mother when she died!"

"When you threw my three-year-old son to his death, why didn't you speak of benevolence and righteousness!"

"You beasts! You bunch of beasts! Die!"

The hatred that had been suppressed all night transformed into primal slaughter at this moment.

This is not a battle, this is revenge.

Screams, pleas for mercy, and curses echoed throughout the palace square.

Those old ministers who had just been remonstrating with their lives, spouting righteousness and morality, were so frightened by the hellish scene before them that they collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen.

The old Grand Tutor trembled violently, muttering to himself, "They've gone mad...they've all gone mad...what a tragedy...what a tragedy..."

But he dared not say another word.

Because he could sense that the people of the Great Xia around him were looking at him with icy hatred.

Now, anyone who dares to plead for the Northern Barbarians will likely be the next one to be torn apart.

Lu Jiaojiao sat on the horse's back, gripping the reins tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She watched as her army in the southeast joined the slaughter.

She felt a pang of guilt, but she knew even more clearly that Qin Feng had done the right thing.

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

If we don't completely kill, cripple, and frighten this hungry wolf from the North today, it won't be long before it heals its wounds and pounces on us again to bite us.

In that case, even more people of the Great Xia will die.

Jiang Ruoshui sat on the war elephant and silently played her jade flute.

The war elephants, which had been quiet, once again took heavy steps and charged into the crowd of surrendered northern barbarian soldiers.

The elephant's leg lifted and then fell.

Each time, it leaves behind a bloody mess.

She demonstrated her unconditional support for Qin Feng through her actions.

Sakurai Yuki was the most straightforward one.

She drew her katana and personally led the Japanese samurai in a charge, her swordsmanship ruthless and each move deadly.

To her, her master's orders were everything.

Ying Wuji was pinned under Li Xuanba's feet, his face pressed against the cold stone slab.

He could smell the increasingly strong stench of blood and hear the desperate screams.

His heart felt ice-cold.

"A madman... Qin Feng is a complete and utter madman..."

Ying Wuji roared inwardly.

He had thought that Qin Feng just wanted to scare the Northern Barbarians and force them to sign a more harsh treaty.

He never imagined that Qin Feng would actually dare to order the slaughter of all tens of thousands of surrendered soldiers!

This defies all principles of military strategy!

This is not in accordance with any principle of being a ruler!

Lose 800 of your own to kill 1,000 of the enemy?

No, this is creating an irreconcilable enemy for yourself!

What exactly does he want to do?

Isn't he afraid that the hundreds of thousands of tribes remaining on the northern grasslands will harass the borders of the Great Xia for generations in order to seek revenge?

Isn't he afraid of being branded a "human butcher" for all eternity?

Ying Wuji couldn't understand it. For the first time, he realized that his wisdom was completely incapable of predicting Qin Feng's behavior.

This person cannot be judged by common sense.

The massacre did not last long.

Because this was a crushing defeat with no suspense whatsoever.

Soon, the screams in the square gradually subsided.

Tens of thousands of surrendered northern barbarian soldiers have become a pile of cold corpses.

Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers, staining the entire palace square a shocking dark red.

The strong smell of blood, mixed with various foul odors, rose into the air, making one want to vomit.

The whole world seemed to have fallen silent.

Three hundred thousand Allied soldiers stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, silently panting heavily.

The knives in their hands were still dripping blood.

The revenge has been taken.

But in their hearts, there was not much joy, only an indescribable heaviness and bewilderment.

Qin Feng stood expressionless on the high platform, carrying the same blood-dripping spear.

He looked at the carnage before him, but his heart remained completely unmoved.

Divine retribution?

infamy?

He doesn't care.

If his hands are stained with blood, it can bring peace to the borders of the Great Xia for decades to come, and allow the wronged souls of the dead to rest in peace.

He became the villain!

Qin Feng's gaze slowly moved past the pile of corpses.

Finally, it landed on the few people who were still alive at the other end of the square.

Emperor Xia lay paralyzed on the ground, terrified out of his wits.

Crown Prince Xia Yuanhao was clutching his broken leg, his crotch soaked with sweat.

Empress Lü's mouth was full of blood, and her hair was disheveled like a ghost.

And, pale as a sheet, was Ying Wuji, the Crown Prince of Qin, being trampled underfoot by Li Xuanba.

Killing the northern barbarians was just an appetizer.

The real reckoning has only just begun!

Qin Feng made a move.

He carried his spear and walked down from the platform step by step.

He stepped into the viscous blood, his boots making a "smack, smack" sound.

And so he traversed mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, like a god of death emerging from the deepest hell, step by step, toward those who would decide the fate of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

His footsteps sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent square.

Every step felt like stepping on everyone's heart.

He stepped over piles of corpses and crossed that red sea.

Finally, he stopped in front of the Xia Emperor's carriage.

He was covered in blood, his eyes were so cold they were devoid of any human emotion, like a vengeful demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

Qin Feng raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the dejected Emperor Xia on the dragon throne, and over Empress Lü and Xia Yuanhao, who lay on the ground like two puddles of mud.

Finally, the object landed on Ying Wuji, whose face was deathly pale.

Qin Feng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth that were reddened by blood.

"Warm-up is over."

"Now, it's time to settle the score with you all."

Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it struck the hearts of the Xia Emperor's family like a heavy hammer.

warm up?

The massacre of tens of thousands of surrendered Northern Barbarian soldiers was merely a warm-up in his eyes.

How terrifying would a true reckoning be?

Xia Yuanhao was so frightened that he almost fainted on the spot. He felt like his heart was about to be crushed by the fear.

Do not!

I can't just die like this!

He is the Crown Prince! He is the future Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty!

His survival instinct made him suppress his fear and scream, his voice trembling with fear.

"Qin Feng! What...what do you want to do?!"

Xia Yuanhao pointed at Qin Feng, his voice becoming extremely shrill with fear.

"You traitorous scoundrel! You slaughtered surrendered soldiers, you're like a demon! And now you dare stand before His Majesty with a weapon in hand! Are you plotting a rebellion?!"

Empress Lü, standing beside her, seemed to grasp at the last straw and screamed as well.

"That's right! Qin Feng! Do you have any respect for the law? Do you have any respect for His Majesty?!"

She forced herself to sit up, glared at Qin Feng with venomous eyes, and shouted sharply:

"Put down that weapon at once! Kneel down and beg His Majesty for forgiveness! Otherwise, your entire family will be executed!"