A wailing cry came, and the staggering rouge passed through the crowd and fell beside Lan Yu.

The head rubbed his master's big hand again, and half of his tears fell, and then closed his eyes.

A generation of famous generals ended here.

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

"Woo woo..." Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help crying, hugging Lan Yu for a long time and was reluctant to disperse.

"Prince of the County!" Zhai Neng stepped forward, "Ship Lan is our role model......I'm killed in a generous battle, what the warrior wants! I lifted Lan Shuai's body down first, wiped it clean and changed my clothes..."

"How many people have been captured?" Zhu Gaoxu suddenly looked up.

"No statistics yet!" Zhai Neng said.

"Lan Shuai said, Bujingguan!"

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

"Here!"

~~

No one knows what the valley is, but there is a small hill in this valley.

A hill composed of human heads.

After several days of hard work, the battle ended.

The Ming army won a great victory, and Meng Gan, the chieftain who rebelled against the Ming Dynasty, was captured alive and was ready to be sent to the Meridian Gate of the capital to offer prisoners.

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 battle.

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

Mu Chun glanced at the generals around him and whispered, "How to fight next? I also need to ask the emperor to make the decision. Don't worry, you should ask for me..."

"Ship Mu!" Zhu Gaoxu, who was sitting in the corner, spoke coldly, "Seventy thousand people were captured, right?"

Mu Chun said, "Yes! What does Prince Gaoyang say?"

"Do you keep them for the New Year?" Zhu Gaoxu sneered.

He was still immersed in sadness and could not extricate himself, with air conditioning all over his body.

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

Is Zhu Gaoxu trying to kill prisoners?

That was seventy thousand people, not seven hundred people, nor seven thousand people, and not all bandit soldiers.

"If they don't kill them, the children they will have will rebel!" Zhu Gaoxu continued to speak coldly, "The wildfire cannot burn all the time and the spring breeze will blow again. Will I, the Ming Dynasty, die for these barbarians in the future? It is better for them to die than let's die!"

There was a silence around them, and they had done all the killing of prisoners. But they dared not kill 70,000 people with such a big fanfare.

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

"No!" Mu Chun looked at Zhu Gaoxu's eyes, "This matter cannot be done!" As he said, he said again, "Before this battle, the emperor had already made an order. The captive population would be moved to the mainland, open up wasteland, build rivers, control water and pave roads..."

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

"Stop!" Mu Chun was furious, "Prince Gaoyang, don't forget your identity..."

"Give me a soldier!" Zhu Gaoxu suddenly shouted loudly, "The Burmese people are here to fight back, and the blood debt is paid for...."

~~

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

In front, the Burmese walled city can be seen from afar.

On the right hand of the battle, Zhu Gaoxu slowly took out a bloody red cloth strap from his arms.

Then he tangled it solemnly around his head.
Chapter completed!