"It would be fine if this is the case, but in a few months, our children will come to the world. The Grand Marshal knows what that sandbank looks like. Does the Grand Marshal want our descendants to be imprisoned in the sandbank forever? The future of future generations..." Lin Qianjin said faster and faster. As he spoke, he suddenly stopped talking. Instead, Qi Ran sighed: "These things are naturally not comparable to the online picture hegemony in the eyes of the Grand Marshal. It is nothing to sacrifice us?"

"Master, sacrifice is nothing for this, I am willing..." Lu Shili hurriedly explained, but was stopped by Li Si's gesture.

"Why do you know why you come here?"

Lin Qianjin said loudly: "Now the overall situation of the two Liaos is about to be determined, and hundreds of thousands of Tartars can never be killed without leaving any one. If they are hunting all over the mountains and fields, they don't know when to kill them, and they don't know how much troops they need to be restrained and how much military funds are wasted. The commander asked my man to come here just to use the position of my man in the heart of the Tartars, so that the Tartars thought there was hope, and then gathered around my man like moths. At that time, the commander would either draw a yard to prison or annihilate it in one fell swoop, and isn't that the idea?"

Li Si's face was as gloomy as ice, and Lu Zhili said loudly: "What kind of saviors or not are given by the Grand Marshal. As long as the Grand Marshal's affairs can be accomplished, what's the point of sacrifice? When he first entered the army of death, he was already the Grand Marshal's man, regardless of life or death. Since the Tartars had asked for surrender several times, the Grand Marshal would rather accept them..."

"No, I will never accept surrender. I have given Cheng Zidong a death order. I would rather kill all of them than accept surrender." Li Si stood up suddenly: "How many compatriots have the Tartars killed? If I don't kill them clearly, I will not be able to explain to my compatriots in the world. I am not afraid that you know that Cheng Zidong has already encircled the way of the Tartars and has taken over the entire Jianzhou, 14 small towns, and 3 big cities. Cheng Zidong is not you, he will not be soft-hearted, and the Mongols will not be soft-hearted. Do you know how many Tartars they killed..."

A cold air rose from the soles of the feet and penetrated through the top beam.

Cheng Zidong commanded the Northern Expedition Army and cut off the back of the Tartars. There was a Mongolian coalition army on the left and a Korean intercepted them on the right. It was already a perfect killing machine. How many creatures would be killed? 100,000? 200,000? Or more? Lu knew how to think about it.

When the Han people were massacred, it was impossible to count how many people died. Blood was not enough to be said to be tragic. But now the army has been killed for revenge and to uproot the Tartars. In this case, it will inevitably be another bloody killing process.

Moreover, Cheng Zidong would faithfully execute this order. Lu Zhili was already trembling.

"Master, since the Tartars are really scared, why not just open the door..."

"No, I believe you have figured it out too. The army to die cannot let the enemy go. This is an absolutely unshakable principle. I also know that killing all these Tartars is not worth it. It is better to surrender his surrender." Li Si said slightly, "But the general situation is already like this, and hatred cannot be resolved. I use this to develop and grow the army to die. Now I cannot overthrow these by myself. Therefore, the army to die will never surrender, but there is no way out..."

"What's the solution?"

Lin Qianjin said angrily: "The Marshal has already said that he is very targeted, and he wants you to subdue those Tartars..."

"Haha, that's true." Li Si finally smiled on his face, and he said it very easily: "There is still a little bit of the Tartars' military strength north of Shanhaiguan, which is insignificant. However, the Tartars are not useless. The great expedition is imminent. Anyway, the killing is almost done now, so it's better to use them. However, the army to die will fight the Tartars to the end, so you can only do the surrender. Are you willing to go..."

Cheng Zidong's army and Mongolian troops have blocked the way out of the Tartars. The Tartars are already weak and dying, and have long been unable to withstand any storms. One of the army destroys the army, that is, it is just a destruction. The army to die is bloodthirsty and bloody, and with the mentality of revenge for their compatriots, the personal thoughts of commander Cheng Zidong are insignificant. No matter how soft-hearted he is, he will faithfully execute the commander of the commander, even if it is an indiscriminate massacre order.

Cheng Zidong, the second official of the Geng camp, was a literate boss of Lu, so he knew very well what Cheng Zidong was doing.

The Tartars have no way out. If the dead end is considered a way out, there is only this one. But there is a chance to do it first. Lu Zhizhi himself is an opportunity, a chance to survive.

"Master, I am willing to go, I am willing to let them put down their weapons, as long as the Master can give them a way out..." Lu Zhili couldn't wait to say, "I will do whatever the Master arranges..."

"No, do you think you are not too infamous? There are so many Tartars on the sandbank that have ruined you. If you let the Tartars out of the pass, the general can be a reputation of being strong and hard and never compromise, but what about you? What can you get?" Lin Qianjin hurriedly stopped her husband: "What does the life and death of the Tartars have to do with us? Whether they die or not..."

"You don't understand." Lu Shizhi gently pushed his wife away: "You don't understand. The Grandmaster did not do these things, but someone must end. Since I have chosen this path, I have to go on. This is also the Grandmaster's meaning. When I was in Guide, if the Grandmaster really wanted to kill all the people, there were a hundred Lu Shizhi who couldn't stop it..."

"The Grand Marshal means, let the Grand Marshal do it himself. What does it have to do with us?" Lin Qianjin shouted loudly, with a very hoarse attitude: "In the future, our children will be traitors, rebellious children, and will not be allowed by people in the world..."

Lu Shili's face was dark, and after a long time, he said word by word: "What is this little sacrifice?"

From the time of receiving the secret order from Ma Xiangwen to deliver, Lu Shizhi realized that he was going outside the pass. In his original expectation, the war outside the pass was still going on. Although the victory of the army to die was definitely inevitable, he did not expect that it had reached such a point. The army to die was aggressive, and successively massacred the city, and refused to accept any form of surrender. The carriages and horses were set up to kill them. In this way, the remaining Tartars would either collapse or resist to the death. Then Cheng Zidong used the tradition of the Mongolians and the overwhelming advantage of the army to die to make the massacre justified...

"But have you ever thought about it? Do you know how many Tartars are outside the pass? 100,000 or 200,000? No matter whether you can save them, what can you do if you save them? So many people, small sandbanks cannot be raised, or they cannot be raised." Lin Qianjin shouted: "There are only 30,000 or 20,000 people on the sandbanks. There are already many people who have a hard life. Every day, people die for one reason or another. If so many people enter, it will be a disaster. Even if they are not dead under the knife, they will starve to death..."

"When that time, how can you save them? They even swallowed you alive and ate them, and it wouldn't be enough to get stuck between your teeth..."

As long as Zhongzheng Bo is willing to go out and let Lu Zhili save the remaining Tartars, so that they can avoid being a ghost under the knife. But what's the use? So many people left their hometowns, how many people will die on the way and many people can survive. Don't consider these. The barren sandbank can't support a few people at all. The population that was done on the sandbank has exhausted the minds of the Lu Zhili couple. It's difficult to even have food and clothing, and they can barely starve to death. Because of poverty and shortage of supplies, people die every day, but that's it. For people on the sandbank, it's already a paradise. At least there is a chance to survive and have the opportunity to raise interest rates and reproduce. This is all hope.

If a large population suddenly pours into it, it will destroy the extremely fragile balance on the sandbank. At that time, those who regard killing as paradise will still not escape the fate of destruction.

"I can't care about it, I can't care about so many," Lu Zhizhi is not a god, he can't solve these problems: "How much can you live, how long can you live, how long can you live?"

Lin Qianjin said: "But what should we do with our child? His rebellious descendants who were not born yet..."
Chapter completed!