Mother, I have returned to the throne.

Chapter 392 Anyone taller than a horse's legs will be killed!

"Okay, let's do it!"

After hearing Song Yuan's account of the twists and turns, Wei Da pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

After reaching a consensus, Song Yuan immediately gave the order to gather everyone.

However, in just a stick of incense, Song Yuan had already mounted his horse with a large number of people and headed straight for the tribe.

Leaving behind five thousand men, together with Wei Da, they began to clean up the city in front of them.

Wei Da sent people to collect all the food and beans that were easy to carry. As for those that could not be carried, they piled them together and prepared to burn them completely with a big fire!

While Wei Da was dealing with the trivial matters at hand, Song Yuan was also working at full speed.

A distance of thirty miles is just a short distance for a horse.

Before it got dark, Song Yuan had already led everyone to the outside of the tribe. Song Yuan had sent out scouts from a long distance away. Now, the two people in charge of the investigation have sent a response!

The scale of the tribe far exceeded Song Yuan's previous imagination. From a distance, the tribe covered an extremely large area.

Apart from this, the tribe seemed a bit deserted and there weren't many people around. This should be just as everyone had gathered from their previous intelligence.

The young and strong have all been recruited, and the only ones left are some old people!

"Pass the order, all troops attack!"

"Also, be sure to take note: except for the elderly, women, and children, no one will be left alive!"

Everything was ready. Song Yuan's face turned cold and he gave the order directly.

As he spoke, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his whole image became cold.

"Your Highness, what if those old people, women and children attack us?" A soldier beside him asked with some doubts after hearing Song Yuan's instructions.

Song Yuan's face turned pale, and he responded directly: "If they want to live, they will naturally know how to choose. If they want to die, you don't have to stop them!"

"Anyone who picks up a sword is our enemy. In this situation, there is no such thing as women, children, the elderly or the weak!"

On the battlefield, showing mercy to the enemy is cruelty to yourself. Song Yuan has led his men to victory more than once.

The soft-heartedness in my heart has completely disappeared, and I certainly know when to be cruel!

Song Yuan's order was quickly passed down.

Everyone was on high alert, their eyes all falling on Song Yuan.

"kill!"

Song Yuan drew the sword from his waist, roared, and rushed towards the camp.

Everyone followed suit, and the shouts and cries of killing filled the sky!

Tens of thousands of elite cavalrymen, as fierce as wolves and tigers, were like a flock of sheep at this moment, charging forward with overwhelming momentum.

Such a commotion frightened the entire tribe of barbarians into panic.

Now the sky is getting a little dark, it is the time for everyone to get ready and cook. The family gathered together, just to enjoy the last bit of warmth.

Who would have thought?

The powerful enemy has actually arrived!

Seeing the large number of elite Qin soldiers, the barbarians reacted even more quickly. Many of them immediately rushed towards the stables.

But before they could do so, the vanguard had already charged into the tribe.

Song Yuan took the lead and had already spotted an enemy from a distance.

"die!"

He just roared, swung the long sword in his hand, and took a man's life on the spot!

Blood splattered everywhere, making the surroundings bright red.

The Qin cavalry behind him also scattered, waving their butcher knives at all the resistance forces in the tribe!

The weapons in the hands of the Qin cavalry were like meat grinders, ruthlessly reaping the lives of all those who tried to resist!

Seeing their loved ones die tragically, countless wails echoed in the tribe.

"Run, run! The Qin army is attacking!"

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

"Damn it, let's get together and fight them!"

For a moment the whole tribe was in chaos, some people knelt down and begged for mercy, while others resisted stubbornly.

However, all these noises did not affect the actions of the Qin cavalry in the slightest!

Looking at the village that was gradually on fire, everyone present recalled the scene of being suppressed by barbarians a few years ago!

At that time, they were just like the barbarians before them, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy like lambs to be slaughtered!

The hatred that was once engraved in my heart has finally found an outlet for venting.

Faced with those stubborn enemies, everyone raised their swords and defeated them immediately.

As time went by, the barbarian tribes were filled with blood and fire, and the shouts of killing broke through the sky.

A faint smell of blood spread, turning this place into a complete wasteland!

……

Among the barbarian tribes.

Faced with the powerful troops before them, the remaining young and strong men were soon killed or wounded.

As for the remaining old people and children, under Song Yuan's command, they were surrounded by a large group of cavalry in the center of the tribe!

Their number is only about two thousand.

Now they were curled up together, their bodies trembling, their eyes showing extreme fear as they glanced around.

In their eyes, the Qin cavalry wearing heavy armor and holding swords were like the devil of death!

Facing the group of lambs to be slaughtered, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Song Yuan's pupils. Before he could speak, Jinlian behind him suddenly asked.

"What to do with these people?"

Song Yuan had said before that anyone who gave up resistance could be spared temporarily.

But he didn't say that he would let them go.

Jinlian naturally knew the implications of this, and also knew that her current kindness would most likely lead to a big mistake in the future.

But facing those innocent faces, I still couldn't bear it!

"Do you know the rules of grassland people when dealing with prisoners?"

Song Yuan noticed the sympathy overflowing in Jinlian's heart, but his expression did not change at all. He asked back without turning his head.

Jinlian shuddered, vaguely sensing something was wrong, and shook her head in confusion.

An attendant behind him was the first to respond.

"According to the barbarian rules, if a war breaks out between tribes, the defeated side will not kill the elderly, and will not injure anyone shorter than a horse's legs. The rest will be slaughtered!"

Such a sound echoed in the empty crowd. Hearing such a noise, many women, children, old and young hugged each other, their bodies trembling.

Song Yuan swept the entire audience with a cold gaze, and finally waved his hand and gave orders.

"We are now on the grassland, so we must follow the rules of the grassland. Let's start according to these rules!"

At the end of his speech, Song Yuan's eyes were somewhat cold, and he waved at his men.

The people behind him suddenly became restless.

After all, Song Yuan still retains some humanity and is not a big devil who kills people without blinking an eye.

According to the rules of the grassland, it is a good thing to leave at least a few people alive.

Jinlian behind him also breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

It was as if he was thankful that Song Yuan did not become a murderous devil.