What these Bingzhou cavalry did was not wrong, Lu Bu was not wrong, and each of them was not wrong. If the blood stained on their hands had to be found, it would probably be stained with these dirty blood and did not make them feel proud. Just as the Xianbei people regarded the Han people under the Han court as pigs and dogs, and they would come to tease grass valleys every autumn and winter. The so-called "grass valleys" refer to these people. The Bingzhou cavalry also regarded them as enemies, and would kill as much as they could, without any mercy.

"You don't understand." Yun Ting shook his head slowly and said to Lu Qingcheng.

Yes, he doesn't understand. Lu Qingcheng doesn't understand. Those great figures who have been compassionate in the past dynasties did not understand. This will make the history of shame appear again and again. Their kindness brings the cruelty of others and the cruelty and ruthlessness imposed on the tribesmen from the same bloodline. Maybe they can't experience it personally, so they can't empathize. But how many people survived after experiencing it? Which foreign race invaded the south, did they not burn it all and rob it all?

"I don't understand? Hahaha..." Lu Qingcheng laughed furiously. He suppressed anger in his words, and a sharp gaze burst out from his eyes, staring at Yun Ting tightly.

"They are humans! They are not animals that can be slaughtered by others, they are living people! They also have parents, brothers and sisters, wives and children! But they just died like this. Even if this is a game, they can't say whether they can call them real people, but I can't accept it!" He said in a very quick tone, spitting in his mouth, which is difficult for Lu Qingcheng, who has always treated people with a gentle face. It is conceivable that Lu Qingcheng's mood is now, and he no longer cares so much about maintaining his own appearance.

"If it is a war, I can accept that there are countless casualties and injuries between the two armies. Because they are soldiers, the duty of soldiers is to fight. Death in battle may be their destination for them. But many of these people are civilians! For them, being able to spend every day peacefully is happiness. Why do you kill them? Why?" Lu Qingcheng asked.

"People?" Yun Ting sneered. He looked at Lu Qingcheng and asked back, "Do you think they are common people?"

"Yes! Why are they not ordinary people?" Lu Qingcheng condemned. He didn't know why these people were not ordinary people. They were obviously living people, with children and women among them, so why are they not ordinary people?

"People? Maybe when I leave Bingzhou, I should let you go and see, ask, what are the "people" you are talking about?" Yun Ting didn't care about Lu Qingcheng's aggressive attitude and said without rushing. In his eyes, Lu Qingcheng's questioning was nothing. He had encountered more embarrassing situations than this, let alone now.

Yun Ting bit off a piece of dry food cake and chewed it slowly in his mouth. After he completely swallowed it into his stomach, he continued: "Your so-called civilians are completely impossible for many foreign races such as the Xianbei."

He looked at the blood everywhere in the tribe. What Lu Qingcheng didn't know was that such a scene had also appeared in the homes of many Han people. What the aliens did was even more cruel than the Bingzhou cavalry. They not only killed everyone they saw, but also insulted women. They even could eat human flesh when they were extremely hungry! Compared with the former, the Bingzhou cavalry were already very kind, just killing people and did not make any other actions.

Cruel? Is it kind?

"Do you know that the whole nation is a soldier among the nomadic people? Although they may be men who shepherd cattle and sheep in normal times, when necessary, they can pick up their swords and ride on horses and swing their butcher knifes at others. And those old people, women, and children, when wartime, they are part of the war, and 80% of the military logistics are what they do!"

"So, their existence is actually not simple. If the alien cavalry is a murderer, then there will be more helpers behind him!" Yun Ting's words are sharp.

He reached out, pointed to a female corpse in the distance, and said loudly: "Did you see it? How do you think the jewelry on her body came from? It was clearly what someone plundered her when she was hitting the grass valley!"

"Do you think the blood on it is hers? Wrong, under this fresh blood, the old blood may be solidified, and it may not be the same person, but the family!" Yun Ting showed no mercy. After revealing the truth, he continued to tear Lu Qingcheng's heart completely.

This is the truth! What Lu Qingcheng wants is the invisible truth! If the farming civilization has a choice, then they will never choose war, but farming, and honestly create countless wealth with their own hands. This characteristic was the case until the 22nd century AD. The characteristics of the imperial people, which originated from the bones, made them spread throughout every corner of the earth. And nomadic civilizations support them only war, and their goals are often the former.

Because the former is rich, because the former looks weak and they are powerful, the weak must become an accessory to the powerful. In their bones is to plunder, plunder everything, plunder what can be plundered to enrich themselves. The blood and fire brought are just necessary scenery in their eyes.

"You only see these dead people! Have you seen the wounds they left in Bingzhou and other places before this? There are also many dead people there! What they are flowing is the blood of Yanhuang, the blood that is in line with the imperial people!"

"Do you see them desperate and helpless? Ah?!"

"How could this be the case?" Lu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment. He really didn't know so many things.

"Pu" The dry food in his hand fell on the ground, but he didn't notice it. He stood blankly with his eyes dull. If Yun Ting said nothing wrong, then he was indeed wrong. When he came to his senses, he looked at the corpses, his anger became much smaller.

It was indeed he who was wrong. If he had chosen, he might have chosen to kill the enemy. Even if there was no hatred between them, in order to protect the people who had no force behind him, he had to raise the butcher's knife. What's more, it was not that there was no hatred, but that blood was flowing constantly.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!