"Shuai Lan!" Zhu Gaoxu was heartbroken.

"Send off to the commander-in-chief!" Zhai Neng cried, and countless soldiers of the Ming Dynasty fell to their knees.

"law...."

A cry of grief came, and Yanzhi staggered through the crowd and fell next to Lan Yu.

The head rubbed against the master's big hand again, she shed half a tear, and closed her eyes.

A generation of famous generals has come to an end.

On the battlefield, countless descendants witnessed it with their own eyes.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help crying, holding Lan Yu for a long time and unwilling to let go.

"Your Majesty!" Zhai Neng stepped forward, "Shuai Lan is a role model for our generation... He died generously in battle, as a warrior would wish! First, lift Shuai Lan's body down, wipe it clean and change his clothes..."

"How many people were captured?" Zhu Gaoxu suddenly raised his head.

"There's no statistics yet!" Zhai Neng said.

"Shuai Lan said, build a temple in Beijing!"

After hearing this, Zhai Neng turned to look at the deputy general beside him, "Go!"

"Here!"

~~

No one knows the name of this valley, but there is an extra hill in the valley.

A hill made of human heads.

After several days of hard work, the battle was over.

The Ming army won a complete victory. Meng Qian, the chieftain who rebelled against the Ming Dynasty, was captured alive and prepared to be sent to the Meridian Gate of the capital as a prisoner.

In this battle, the Ming army beheaded 30,000 barbarians and captured 70,000 people.

But no one was happy because Lan Yu died in the battle.

In the handsome tent, everyone's expressions were silent.

Muchun glanced at the generals around him and said in a low voice, "How to fight next, we have to ask the emperor to decide. If you don't feel reassured, you should ask for credit..."

"Mu Shuai!" Zhu Gaoxu, who was sitting in the corner, said coldly, "You captured 70,000 people, right?"

Muchun said, "Yes! What does Prince Gaoyang have to say?"

"Keep them for the New Year?" Zhu Gaoxu sneered.

He was still immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself, and his whole body was cold.

"Hiss..." The people around took a breath of air.

Is Zhu Gaoxu going to kill prisoners?

That was 70,000 people, not 700 or 7,000, and not all of them were traitors.

"If we don't kill them, the children they will give birth to in the future will be rebellious!" Zhu Gaoxu continued coldly, "Wildfires can't be burned out, but spring breezes blow again. Will Ming Dynasty have to kill more people for these barbarians in the future? They will die.

, better than us dying!"

There was silence all around. They had done the killing of prisoners before. But they did not dare to kill 70,000 people in such a big way.

"You don't dare, I'll do it!" Zhu Gaoxu stood up.

"No!" Mu Chun looked into Zhu Gaoxu's eyes, "This can't be done!" He said, "The emperor had decreed before this battle that the captive population should be moved to the interior, to open up wasteland, build rivers and control floods to pave the way..."

"Ha!" Zhu Gaoxu sneered, "Fake compassion!"

"Shut up!" Muchun was furious, "Prince Gaoyang, don't forget your identity..."

"Give me soldiers!" Zhu Gaoxu suddenly shouted loudly, "The Burmese are coming and I want to fight them back. Blood debt will be paid with blood..."

~~

A few days later, Zhu Gaoxu, with five thousand soldiers and horses, once again set foot on the road that Lan Yu took him on that day.

Ahead, the Burmese walled city can be seen in the distance.

Zhu Gaoxu was on his war horse and slowly took out a bloody red cloth belt from his arms.

Then wrap it around your head solemnly.
Chapter completed!