In the penal camp, there is no struggle for fame or fortune, nor is there deceit and treachery among them, because they do not know when they will die on the battlefield. Just like in the battle that just ended, more than a thousand of the five thousand troops in the penal camp were killed there. Du Gu Xiang has seen such things many times before. When they return to the Great Wall border, another batch will be drawn from other camps and there will be a new five thousand troops again...

  "So, General's meaning is to kill all the Yuan people who have surrendered?" The tone was flat and emotionless, but the messenger standing below lowered his head deeply without responding.

  "Go tell Commander Tang that we've taken on this task, but I have a condition. This time, it's not just about capturing many war horses, and I know he can't make the decision to give them away as gifts. So, I'll temporarily borrow 4,000 of his horses. If he agrees to this condition, I guarantee that those more than 20,000 surrendered soldiers won't see tomorrow morning's sunrise!" Dugu Song said with a smile, and from his calm tone, it seemed like he was certain that Tang He would agree.

  However, as a matter of fact, Tang Huai did not hesitate at all when he heard this condition, and immediately ordered the dispatch of 4,000 good horses to be sent into the camp.

  As he watched the warhorses enter the stables, Du Gu's soft and gentle face also showed a hint of a smile. According to convention, the Sinew Camp was not qualified to use warhorses, especially in the current Ming dynasty where warhorses were in short supply. Every single warhorse was a precious thing in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, a tool to counter the Northern Yuan. In the past, captured warhorses would be registered and selected by specialized personnel, with the best breeds sent to the Pasture Monitoring Division for further breeding, while the remaining horses would be fought over by generals at various border posts. Now, Tang He had already borrowed Sinew Camp's horses on the pretext of his official duties, which was not quite proper, but as he was also the commander-in-chief of the Northern Expedition, no one could restrain him.

  "Mount Tai, pass down the order to have someone take good care of these horses. Also, let everyone gather after they finish their meal, it's time for us to fulfill our promise."

  "Hello!"

  The apathetic Iron Mountain and the apathetic Ding Wu, some experiences in the prison camp made the two of them no longer as carefree as they used to be, perhaps it has a great deal to do with Li Shui who did not appear...

  Looking at the clear sky, the sun was also high in the air at noon. Dugu Xiangyun estimated that the time was almost up and led the 5,000 people who had already gathered to a grassland outside the main camp.

  At this time, there were large numbers of Yuan army prisoners sitting here, and Tang He also gave them a batch of dry rations as a farewell meal for the journey. The Ming army guards stood expressionless on all sides, knowing that Dugu Song had brought people to this place.

  "Commander, we have been ordered to escort them here for handover. Now is the time to transfer these prisoners to the penal camp!" The leading general bowed his head to report to Dugu Song, although they were of equal rank, but the general's respectful attitude revealed his inner humility.

  In the Ming army, not everyone rejected Su Ying, at least this general was one of them. These people admired Du Gu Song's means and Su Ying's style, killing decisively on the battlefield without emotion. Although the friendship between comrades-in-arms seemed insignificant in Su Ying, the ultimate winner on the battlefield was the king's way.

  The soldiers of the Sin camp patrolled back and forth among the captives, checking to see if anyone had slipped out of their bonds, and incidentally killing a few Yuan people who were trying to escape.

  Dugu Xueyan's face was expressionless as he rubbed the black mole on his brow, and in his eyes, the 20,000 people before him were already dead. However, how to kill them was still something he hadn't figured out, after all, even if it were 20,000 pigs, slaughtering them one by one would take at least a moment or two.

  A low whirlwind blew past his body, stirring up waves of dust, and Dugu Song slowly squatted down, reached out to grab a handful of loose sand and gently rubbed it...

  In the past, there was Wu Anjun, Bai Qi, who buried alive 400,000 surrendered soldiers of Zhao State. Now, there is He Zhe, Du Guo Xun, who followed the example of his predecessors and buried alive 20,000 northern barbarians. Just thinking about it makes me feel excited.

  "Get those useless trash over here and make them work as laborers! They're still members of my prison camp, after all. Might as well use them to the fullest before sending them to their deaths."

  More than 10,000 people from the Sin Camp also arrived here and started digging pits in the back slope. This move caused some of the 20,000 captives to change color, they were mid-level military officers in the Yuan army, and when they were brought here, they had already saved their doubts, if it weren't for the Sin Camp arriving here, they wouldn't dare to make a move, perhaps they would have led the resistance and broke free from their restraints.

  Now over 10,000 prisoners are digging a huge pit, they still don't understand what Dugu Xiang wants to do, it's clear that he wants to bury them alive!

  "Brothers! The Ming people are lawless! They want to bury us alive, let's unite and resist together!" A Yuan army hundred-household leader suddenly stood up and shouted loudly. The surrounding Yuan soldiers looked at the deep pit on the side in surprise after hearing this, and for a while, public sentiment surged, more and more Yuan soldiers felt that something was wrong.

  "Ah!" A miserable cry, the hundred households' leader raised his head and died, Ding Wu's arrow was inserted into his brain gate. This arrow frightened the angry captives, and the noisy voices disappeared instantly, but those resentful eyes stared at the surrounding soldiers of the camp.

  Dugu Xiang was bored and scratched his ear, he just didn't understand why these people couldn't wait patiently for death, but instead wanted to serve their eternal heaven so quickly.

  "Reporting to Your Excellency! The pit... is dug."

  "Now that it's dug, do you still need me to teach you how to do it?"

  "Yes!"

  People are greedy for life, but also afraid of death. When death has not really arrived at their heads, they will think of all means to seek life. Now these 20,000 prisoners are under the threat of knives and swords in the hands of the soldiers in the camp, one by one walking into the dug big pit.

  Of course, there were many who would rather die than surrender. As a Ming subject, it was only natural to fulfill their wish. The white blade went in and the red blade came out, then the corpse was thrown into the big pit. Anyway, both the dead and the living made no difference to the soldiers of the Sin camp.

  And those who do not want to die yet are obediently walking towards their graves, even if they can only live for one more second, they do not want to die a minute earlier. Pitiful people, pitiful Yuan people, but pitiful people must have a hateful place! Dugu Xue was just letting them return what they deserved...

  Simply digging a pit, simply driving people, simply burying the pit, more than 20,000 soldiers were buried alive underground. Perhaps they still had a glimmer of hope before being buried, but after the last shovel of soil was covered, their powerless screams could no longer be heard on the ground.

  Du Guo Song waved his hand, and the three thousand horses that had been prepared early were brought here. The three thousand soldiers mounted their horses and galloped back and forth on the pit, making the land trampled solid, and the people underground also died in a solid manner.

  "You two, still can't let go of your Third Brother, if you want to cry then just go ahead and cry." Tie Shui and Ding Wu's hateful gazes stared fixedly at the big pit, Dugu Song lightly patted their shoulders, and walked forward alone.

  The spring breeze carried his low voice: "Heaven's way has cycles, retribution will not be in vain, if there are eighteen layers of hell, I'll go down to the nineteenth alone!"

  "He who kills shall be killed by all..."

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