allonlinenovel Chapter 628: Head Cutting
Chapter 628: Head Cutting
The generals from several parties gradually formed a siege and approached the grassland royal court step by step. Blood splattered, bodies were broken, limbs were broken, and fire burned... The grassland people fell one after another. In the end, the army almost walked to the front of the royal court by stepping on corpses and dripping blood.
A general shouted loudly, and the soldiers immediately began to move the bodies, and piles of corpses were piled up one after another!
Inside the royal tent, Unard Eagle slowly donned his royal robes. He adjusted his crown and stroked his beard. His eyes were hollow and determined. Unard Eagle knew he had been defeated! Completely defeated! Before his death, he wanted to die with a final dose of dignity!
The prince rushed in with several generals. He stretched out his spear and shouted, "Unad Eagle, your time has come!"
Immediately, armored soldiers came forward and dragged Unard Eagle out, forcing him to kneel at the gate of the grassland royal court. Unard Eagle looked up at the blood-soaked grass and the piles of corpses and blood. His eyes suddenly became red and bloodshot. He roared madly, "Emperor Dasheng! Let Emperor Dasheng come to see me! Emperor Dasheng! Please show mercy! Emperor Dasheng!"
The soldiers in front of Unard Eagle suddenly parted to the left and right, clearing the path in the middle. All the Dasheng soldiers knelt on the ground, bowed their heads, and waited for their emperor.
The Shenwu Emperor advanced, treading on fire and blood. His dark cloud-patterned boots inevitably stained with blood. He strode to Unard Eagle's presence. Everyone bowed their heads in obeisance as he passed. Unard Eagle raised his head, gazing at the Dasheng Emperor, the undefeated god of war he feared. The Shenwu Emperor, clad in black armor gleaming with a cold glow, a longsword dangling from his waist. His handsome, icy face held aloft aloofness. From the side, his face resembled towering mountains, with towering peaks, sword-like brows reaching into his temples, a nose like a gallbladder, phoenix eyes, and thin lips. From the ear bones to the peaks of his eyebrows, and from the peaks of his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, it was indescribably cold and sharp.
Unard Eagle said in a hoarse voice: "Emperor Dasheng! I, Unard Eagle, was defeated by you today. You may take my head. Emperor Dasheng should still remember the coexistence treaty left by the ancient human emperor. I only ask that you show mercy and spare my people! Spare those women and children!"
The Shenwu Emperor chided him lightly, "So King Beinar has compassion for his own people! You're remembering the coexistence treaty now? When you allowed the grassland iron hooves to crush the border villages and massacre thousands of defenseless civilians, why didn't you remember the ancient coexistence treaty?"
Unard Eagle gasped for breath and roared hysterically, "Kill me! Kill this king! Use my life to atone for your sins! Cut off my head and make amends to those who died in vain! Emperor Dasheng, please show mercy and spare the equally unarmed people of the grassland!"
"it is good!"
The sonorous and powerful voice of Emperor Shenwu reached Unard Eagle's ears, and his whole body trembled as he tried to straighten his back.
Not far away, the miserable cries of women and children could be heard intermittently. When Emperor Shenwu drew the long sword from his waist, the sounds could no longer be concealed and became louder and louder.
Unard Eagle has closed his eyes. He is ready to accept his own fate. His life can save his tribe from destruction, which is his last value!
Emperor Shenwu placed his sword against Unard Eagle's neck and said coldly, "One more thing. My queen is not someone you can casually blaspheme or discuss! I hope the boiling blood shed today will forever etch a deep impression on you, the people of the grasslands—the land of Dasheng must not be trampled upon, and the people of Dasheng must not be killed! Otherwise, today's scene will be repeated again and again!"
Unard Eagle used all his strength to support himself. "Actually... actually, I've seen you a long time ago! Back then, you weren't the Emperor of Dasheng, not even the Crown Prince, and I was just a child from a small grassland tribe! The Golden Court of the grasslands was also destroyed by you many years ago! You are the undying nightmare of all the grassland people! Since I was a child, I have always dreamed of making the Northern Nar tribe strong and unifying the grasslands, just to get rid of your shadow, and even to defeat you!"
The Shenwu Emperor's expression remained calm. "What a shame! You'll never have this chance again! Today's grassland royal court was also destroyed by me!"
The Divine Martial Emperor raised his sword and chopped off the Unard Eagle's head! Blood spurted out, and the black armor was inevitably splattered with blood. The skull rolled a long way, and after a few breaths, the Unard Eagle's tall body fell to the ground with a "thump".
Emperor Shenwu didn't care about the blood on his armor, he just wiped the blood drops on his sword with a piece of silk handkerchief.
He sheathed his sword neatly and walked towards his warhorse. "Proclaim my decree: All men over the age of seven in the Northern Nar tribe shall be beheaded in public! Elders over sixty may be spared, as may women and children! The rest shall be beheaded!"
The Dasheng army cheered: "Your Majesty is wise! Your Majesty is wise!"
The shrill cry seemed to stop abruptly, and panic, fear and hatred filled the grassland.
Emperor Shenwu has mounted his war horse. Armies one after another break into the camp, and corpses are thrown out one after another. They harvest lives mercilessly and ignore anyone's pleas for mercy and resistance!
More than half an hour passed. The Crown Prince and the First Prince, who were guarding the Shenwu Emperor, looked at each other. The Crown Prince said, "Father, it's almost over..."
At this time, a child from the grassland rushed towards Emperor Shenwu with a sharp blade in his hand. Of course, it was impossible for the child to get close to Emperor Shenwu, so he was knocked to the ground.
The prince shouted angrily, "How dare you!"
He drew his sword and pointed it at the child. The child had a small braid on her head and wore a grassland skirt, a typical grassland girl's outfit. At this time, a woman ran after the child. She hugged the child in her arms and shouted in the grassland dialect: "Mantutu, what are you doing? What are you doing here?"
Then the woman knelt before the Shenwu Emperor and looked up at the Dasheng Emperor on his warhorse: "Dasheng Emperor, he is a girl, please let him go!"
Emperor Shenwu lowered his eyes. "You can speak Dasheng? Mandutu is not a girl's name! Just because you braided his hair and put on a skirt, he becomes a girl? Are you deceiving me?"
The woman trembled all over. "No! No! Emperor Dasheng, he's just a child! Yes, he's only six years old. You can't kill him!"
Emperor Shenwu looked coldly at the woman and the child in her arms with hateful eyes.
The woman looked around her home, which was covered in blood and piled with corpses, tears streaming down her face. "Emperor Dasheng, you've already destroyed the Golden Court and the Royal Court. Didn't the ancient Human Emperor allow all races to coexist? Why are you killing people again today?"
The woman looked directly into the eyes of the Emperor Shenwu and asked mournfully, "You must still remember how many women, children, and young children were slaughtered during the Battle of Jinting!"
Emperor Shenwu's expression moved slightly. At that time, he was still the seventh prince and had separated from Lan Qingwu. He used all his tyranny to destroy the Golden Court, killing many women, children, the elderly and the young. Later, Lan Qingwu's kind heart for flowers and plants awakened some reason in Emperor Shenwu, and he called off the troops.
The woman continued, "I witnessed it all! You took pity on a plant that was nearly destroyed, so you stopped the endless killing! I want to ask you, are you still protecting that flower? Is the person you wanted to give that flower to still with you?"
Emperor Shenwu looked at the woman with an unfathomable expression. The prince's eyes flashed and he also looked at his father. If he guessed correctly, this woman was a metaphor for his own mother.
However, the Shenwu Emperor had not forgotten that there was a woman who could speak Dasheng dialect at that time. He looked at the blood in front of him and seemed to be interested in talking to this woman: "I killed these people to protect the people I want to protect! You also mentioned the coexistence treaty. In ancient times, the Human Emperor proposed more than once that the grassland people who lived by the water in the northern border should settle in Dasheng. From then on, they would no longer have to be homeless and wandering. But they refused again and again. In the following hundreds of years, they tore up the coexistence treaty again and again, invaded my Dasheng border, and massacred my Dasheng people! Every time, Dasheng raised the butcher knife against the grassland people to protect its own people and land! I will not let killing dominate, but if the grassland people invade again, they will not escape the tragic situation today!"
The Shenwu Emperor's phoenix eyes darted towards the child. "You can protect this child if you wish! But since you've witnessed the destruction of the grassland tribes twice, I advise you to teach this child to be a little less intelligent and weaker. Otherwise, the seeds of hatred will propel him to become stronger and stronger, and he will ignite a new round of war. Then, my descendants will once again raise their butcher knives, and the grassland will eventually suffer the same tragic fate it suffered today!"
"You grassland people have your own grassland gods, but the patron saint of Dasheng is me! You are my descendants! In fact, I have thought that perhaps thousands of years from now, all ethnic groups will be able to live in peace under the blue sky and white clouds. However, I believe that if you are not strong at any time, you will never gain true respect and peace!"
Emperor Shenwu said this without stopping, and rode out: "Pass on my decree, spare this child's life!"
The Crown Prince, the eldest prince and several generals followed closely behind Emperor Shenwu, and the soldiers behind them all avoided the woman holding the child.
The woman stared intently at the back of the Shenwu Emperor, just as she had done over twenty years ago when the prince had ordered the release of the elderly, weak, women, and children on the grasslands, saving her own life from the butchering of his own subordinates. She stared intently at the young prince, curious about who the blood-stained devil would give the flower to? To whom would he give his remaining tenderness?
For many years afterward, she remained curious, and driven by this curiosity, she learned the language of Dasheng...
Mantu looked up at the woman, whose eyes were dark and bright. He asked in grassland dialect, "Auntie, that devil is gone! Is he the man you once talked about? He's so strong! Will I be able to defeat him in the future?"
The woman seemed to be relieved and lost: "Live well! Auntie doesn't want you to be strong, she just wants you to live well!"