Chapter 441 World Chapter: Blood-stained River Thousands of Miles Long! (Part )

Facing the hysterical Shang Yang with frighteningly red eyes, Ruan Xian, as one of the thousand captains who was second only to the first person in the federal army, had a cold expression on his face: "Yes."

Then he laughed: "You don't have to be so angry, because according to our leader, your fate will be the same as theirs."

This smile was so casual, but in the eyes of the Xuanyong soldiers, it was like the devil's grin!

Shang Yang was completely dumbfounded. This behavior of gaining trust through deception and then carrying out a brutal massacre of the enemy finally made him tremble uncontrollably.

How could there be such a person? !

He felt an unprecedented fear from the bottom of his heart, but this fear of the enemy was not because of the Federation’s strength, but because of the vicious and cruel methods it used!

No.

It should be said that he himself is not actually afraid of death. After all, that's what war is like.

He could die on the battlefield, and he could accept all the consequences of being a prisoner of war, but he could not accept that so many of his comrades and peers would eventually be slaughtered because of his decision, and he could not accept the death of his beloved girl.
So, in despair, after just a few seconds, Shang Yang suddenly knelt down in front of Ruan Xian with a thud, in front of everyone, and knocked his forehead deeply on the yellow earth at his feet.

"Please, please, please let those soldiers go, they are all innocent." Trembling pleading voices came intermittently from Shang Yang's deeply buried face.

"All of this was caused by me. I forced them to resist your army. Therefore, I am willing to bear all the punishments and sanctions. I only beg your army to be magnanimous and let these poor soldiers go."

This reversal came so quickly that the thousands of Xuanyong soldiers behind him were stunned. Only Ruan Xian frowned slightly and looked down at the soldiers crawling at his feet.

A light breeze blew by, and the scene was eerily quiet.

After a while, Ruan Xian said coldly: "You want to take on the entire war by yourself? Do you know what war is? Do you think you can handle it by yourself?!"

"Shang Yang. Shang Yang knew that his words were not taken seriously, but..."

When Shang Yang raised his head again, his eyes were already filled with despair, and his expression was no longer firm, only endless prayers.

"Sir, do you have a family? Do you have a wife and children? They, these soldiers have them too. Look, look."

Because he was tied up, Shang Yang could only look at a certain Xuanyong soldier with his eyes. Although there was no exact direction, everyone present somehow knew which soldier Shang Yang was referring to.

"He, his name is Lian Sheng, today, today he just turned 18, he originally had two older brothers, but they both died in battle a year ago, now he is the only child in his family, and at home, there is an old mother waiting for him to take care of her.
And him, and him, Che Ying, yesterday, his wife was about to give birth, and he hadn’t even seen the newborn baby yet. And them, they have gone through hardships and are about to get married. And her, my love, she should have lived a happy life in the capital, but she has been with me in this valley for several years and has never complained. And he, he, he, they all shouldn’t die.”

At the end of his speech, Shang Yang choked up at the beginning and burst into tears at the end!

There are tens of thousands of families in the Xuanyong Legion. They are all someone else's sons, daughters, wives, husbands, parents, and they are all living people!
The reason for saying this is that Shang Yang finally understood until this moment that the so-called commander and leader do not only need to have outstanding talents and strength, they must also have a heart strong enough to bear the lives of hundreds of millions of people!

Not everyone can bear this heavy burden. At least, the death of hundreds of thousands of soldiers is a weight of life that Shang Yang cannot bear at all!

"So, please, let them go. I will take all the blame for this! Please..."

The steely man who was not afraid of life and death, at this moment, was willing to abandon his identity and dignity and kneel down in front of the enemy and cry bitterly, just to gain a glimmer of hope for his subordinates. Shang Yang's actions made Che Ying finally unable to hold back and kneel down and cry bitterly, and the female soldiers also cried one after another.
When the enemy was approaching, this group of young people defeated themselves, overcame their fear, and used their bodies to build a steel wall to resist the enemy, fighting to the death. However, people are made of flesh and blood after all. Behind their strong appearance, they are actually just a group of young people with an average age of no more than 25 years old. They still have dreams, love, and concerns.
only--

Faced with this group of soldiers whose experiences and backgrounds were almost the same as his own, Ruan Xian simply chose to ignore them and remain silent.

He is a soldier, and he knows very well that his duty is to obey the orders of the supreme commander, which has nothing to do with kindness, humanity, good or evil.

Therefore, in response to Shang Yang's plea, Ruan Xian finally bent down, approached him and said indifferently: "In the final battle for the highlands, our leader had already told you in person that those who surrender would not be killed, but did you listen to him at that time? Oh, yes, yes."

Ruan Xian withdrew his body and once again looked down at Shang Yang from a high position, his tone cold: "At that time, you all seemed to be laughing at our leader, right?"

Shang Yang sat back dejectedly, his eyes empty and lifeless.

Ruan Xian waved his right hand, and immediately, two federal soldiers came over and escorted Shang Yang to the river bank. As the leader of the Xuanyong Army, Shang Yang would be the first to be executed!

"No! Please, please, let him go! Let me die for him!" An extremely shrill wailing and pleading sounded suddenly, and Yingyu was seen crying and stumbling towards Shang Yang, but was eventually ruthlessly kicked away by a federal soldier.

Death has never been connected with human joys and sorrows, nor will its arrival be delayed because of a certain existence.
Kneeling by the river, Shang Yang turned around, looked at the desperate and helpless man, and cried again.

In this life, he didn't bring her much happiness, but owed her too much. If there is an afterlife, he doesn't want to be a soldier anymore, nor does he want fame and fortune. It is enough for him to spend the rest of his life with her in peace and comfort.
On a vast canyon battlefield, the wind and clouds are changing slowly, and the sky and earth are vast and boundless.
"cut!"

With a roar, the executioner swung the sharp blade down, and the hot blood flew. Shang Yang's head rotated several times in the air under the action of inertia, and finally fell into the river, which should have been clear but was already scarlet.
The surface of the river suddenly began to ripple, but the weight of just one head could not shake the sea of ​​corpses and blood in the river.

He has the potential to be a general.

But, after all, he is just one of the millions of soldiers.

To this world, he is so insignificant that he can't change anything.
"Shang Yang!!!"

Yingyu's desperate and collapsed cries resounded throughout the sky. At this moment, only this extremely shrill cry could completely vent her extremely heavy love and unforgettable pain.
Afterwards, with the death of Shang Yang, a bloody massacre was staged again. More and more federal soldiers began to join the beheading operation. Crying, roaring, shouting, despair, and fear suddenly raged along the entire river bank!

"Ahhhh!! Let us go!"

"We don't want to die!!"

"Please!!!"

The miserable and desperate cries were endless. Facing the enemy's butcher knife, people could only beg for mercy in fear and huddle together instinctively, but at the same time, some people stood up to resist!

"Damn it! I'll fight you!"

"Ah ah!!"

"Bite you beasts to death!!"

There were many people who resisted, but soon, amidst their screams, they were hacked to death and dismembered by the countless federal soldiers who surrounded them.

That's right.

In order to achieve a deterrent effect, the federal soldiers killed all those who had the will to resist in the most cruel, bloody and painful way.
This is hell on earth.

In the Xuanyong Army, couples, fathers and sons, brothers and sisters were dragged to the river bank and beheaded by the federal soldiers. The sound of heavy objects being chopped into pieces of flesh was heard, and blood was splattered all over the ground. Many young heads were thrown into the river, and bodies that had lost their lives but were still warm were pushed into the bottomless pool of blood. At this moment, life had completely lost its precious value.
The federal soldiers were like a pack of vicious wolves. They pounced on the Xuanyong soldiers madly, and then tore them to pieces with incomparable cruelty and bloodiness, leaving them unmoved no matter how hard they cried and screamed.

At this moment, there is no one in this place. There is only a group of inhumane demons destroying lives unscrupulously!

Subsequently.

Gradually, the number of corpses piled up in the river increased again, and endless blood seeped into the deeper water layer and spread further into the river.
If you look down from the sky, you can see that this river, which runs through half of the canyon and is ten thousand miles long, has been dyed red by the blood of the Xuanyong soldiers!

And on the other side.

On top of a steep and lonely peak.

The white-haired man in a raincoat, with his back to the river, sat cross-legged on a huge rock, staring at the distant sky in silence.
At this moment, even on top of such a high mountain, one could clearly hear the continuous screams and wails coming from the river bank, and could also smell the strong smell of blood and the stench of rotting corpses. However, this man did not seem to be affected at all. He just sat there quietly overlooking the canyon, with a pair of eyes as calm as dead water, so deep that ordinary people could not understand.

The peak was steep and the wind was cold. The man sat alone in silence for a long, long time.

At least in the eyes of outsiders, it seems that the man has been alone like this for a long time.

But obviously, for this white-haired man, loneliness has never been something worth worrying about. What is bothering him at the moment is another problem that suddenly emerged not long ago.
(End of this chapter)