Your Majesty, please beg for mercy. The prince's rebellion was successful.

When the only remaining Ye Mei cut off the head of the last Ye Mei, his eyes were already empty and lifeless.

His legs went weak and he collapsed directly to the ground.

He was mumbling something, but no one knew what he was talking about.

But one thing is certain, at this time, this night demon is almost crazy and demented.

Not to mention him, even Gan Mo couldn't help but swallow his saliva at this time.

On the battlefield, killing is not terrible, so what if it's ten people, a hundred people, or even a thousand people?

Because those are all enemies, and they are all enemies of life and death!

However, the situation this time was different, completely different.

What Ye Mei beheaded was not the head, not the enemy, not the object of life and death, but his compatriots, his comrades, and his own clansmen!

They have died in battle, they have no breath, and they can no longer pose any harm or threat.

But even such corpses cannot keep their own heads.

Letting blood splatter crazily on his face, looking at the headless bodies scattered on the ground, feeling the overwhelming smell of death and the pungent smell of blood in the air, who can bear such a scene? !

This night demon didn't want to give up in the middle. He kept retching, fainting, and even tried to kill himself.

However, all this is of no use.

Because the greed for life and fear of death in his bones made him unable to stop the movements of his hands.

By the time he got to the back, he had turned into a machine, lifting his arm, picked up the long knife, and chopped it hard.

He no longer knew how many heads he had chopped off.

He didn't even know how long his decapitation lasted. The only thing he knew was to survive.

Looking at the rolling heads scattered on the ground, the three thousand elites brought by Zhou Zheng were also stunned in place at this moment.

They watched this scene quietly, he lowered his head and said nothing, their eyes were complicated.

Once upon a time, these were elite divisions trained by King Mu, known as the divisions of hundreds of battles.

It was precisely because of these elites that King Mu dared to enter Kyoto with such arrogance.

King Zhou Yong also spent a lot of energy to subdue these elites.

Even so, these elites still have absolute confidence in their hearts.

Whether it was the warriors of Daxia Kingdom or the so-called tyranny of Ye Mei, they all scorned it.

It wasn't until this moment that they suddenly woke up!

Maybe they are strong, maybe they are brave in fighting, maybe they can really fight each other one on one or even one on three.

However, none of them have ever actually been on the battlefield.

They have never directly experienced the blood and madness of the battlefield.

They didn't know what this kind of bloody battle on the battlefield was like.

Saw this scene.

They panicked and trembled a little.

Could it be that this is the real battlefield?

Zhou Zheng closed his eyes and didn't care about the last Ye Mei who was slumped on the ground. Instead, he looked around at the three thousand elites, took a deep breath, and his expression became serious.

Looking at the pale expressions of these three thousand elites and their disgusting looks, Zhou Zheng nodded slowly.

It's not that he is cruel, or that Zhou Zheng is bloodthirsty and perverted, but that he wants these arrogant elites to see clearly what a battlefield is.

Otherwise, when it comes to the real confrontation with Daxia, no matter how well they train on weekdays, they will not be able to win.

On the battlefield, fighting is not just about combat effectiveness.

It is even more fierce and crazy!

A madness that is so tyrannical that your enemies dare not fight you head-on!

"Now, do you know what the battlefield means?!"

"Now, do you know what you are going to face next?!"

Zhou Zheng's voice sounded again.

What he has to do next is not only to rescue the Great Xia Kingdom, but also to make the people of the Great Xia Kingdom pay for their debt with blood!

How many people died in Jueli today! ?

It’s just one or two thousand!

but!

The massacre on the grassland behind will be ten times or even a hundred times more lives lost!

At that time, corpses were everywhere, and at that time, the sky was stained with blood. At that time, it was even more shocking than now!

If you can't bear the current scene, how will you kill the enemy later? !

To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.

Zhou Zheng knows this truth better than anyone else.

All the soldiers were silent, but then some soldiers gritted their teeth and bloodshot eyes began to gradually appear.

"You must always remember one thing, these night monsters do not deserve your sympathy!"

"This time they went on a crazy massacre on the grassland. They killed people and civilians indiscriminately. They humiliated women and girls. They brutally dismembered men. All they saw was bloodlust and killing!"

"They can even kill their companions without stopping and chop off their heads. They have long lost their humanity and have lost the basic requirements for a human being!"

"Let them live and be kind to them. Do you want them to regroup? Do you want them to recharge their batteries? Do you want them to come back and take action against my people in the Great Zhou Dynasty?!"

"Are you willing to see your wives, sons and daughters, your brothers and sisters, and become their dead souls?!"

Zhou Zheng yelled at the top of his lungs.

And these words made the bodies of these thousands of elites shake violently.

"You may not have really been on the battlefield, and you may not have truly felt the battle of life and death."

"However, there is no time for you to adapt now, nor is there any opportunity for you to adjust."

"In the Great Xia Kingdom, one hundred thousand elites have already set foot in the Great Yuan Dynasty, and we will meet in real combat soon."

"At that time, the slightest hesitation on your part, any hesitation on your part, will cost you your life on the battlefield!"

Zhou Zheng's deep voice continued to echo, and every word sounded like a drum in everyone's hearts.

"I don't know how to make you bloodthirsty and cruel, and I don't want you to be reckless."

"I just want you to know that this is war."

"I also want you to know what the purpose of war is and why we need to fight. Even if we pay a huge price, we cannot stop ourselves."

Zhou Zheng took a deep breath, and these words shocked everyone's hearts.

Even Gan Mo and Yun Yun also focused their attention on Zhou Zheng.

Yes, why war? !

The people are in dire straits, the national treasury is wasted, and loved ones are separated from each other.

These are all the drawbacks of war.

Could it be that there are other wars? !

"Because war is for peace!"

Zhou Zheng's words once again made everyone's pupils dilate with disbelief in their eyes.

War is for peace? !

What is the logic of this? !

Isn’t war meant to snatch resources, satisfy one’s own selfish interests, and dominate the world? !

Zhou Zheng slowly raised his head, his voice was a little hoarse.

Immediately, he began to explain in a low voice.

"War is for peace and a better future."

"because......"