"Kill!"
With a command from Ye Linghan, the Xuanhuang Army members raised their knives and let them fall, blood splattering like rain.
Amidst the harrowing wails, heads rolled continuously. Without Wu Ge and others' protection, these Barbarian Tribe dependents had no power to retaliate, and could only await the butcher's knife in terror.
"Please, Mr. Chen, spare us..."
"The children are innocent..."
Among them were women holding children, kneeling on the ground, pleading desperately.
However, the Great Yuan soldiers hesitated not a moment, their eyes indifferent, as their blades quickly harvested.
These Barbarian Tribe children, raised amidst hatred, already had the seeds of vengeance deeply planted. If spared now, perhaps next time they would hold the knife to one's throat!
They had guarded the border for years, negotiating countless times with the Barbarian Tribe, and were all too familiar with such matters.
