Chapter 10: The Simple Face

Lu Zhe made every effort to forget what had just happened, but a terrifying exclamation of "Wow!" made him feel that it was in vain

How could such strange sounds emanate from the soft ground? Only those unaware of what just transpired would be perplexed. If one were to understand what caused the peculiar "creaking" sound when the giant foot stepped down, there would be many options, though it is likely that most people would bend over and vomit.

He looked at the busy prisoners of war and asked with difficulty: "Will we kill them to fill the road just like we did with those foreign tribes?"

Those ... ... '' organized their thoughts, wiped their mouth, and cleaned off the remnants of vomit: `` Who were those people just now? ''

He gazed straight at the sky, feeling that it was very blue, with the drifting white clouds resembling fluffy cotton candy, and his arms instinctively reached towards the sky in an attempt to grasp it

The soldiers of the Qin army quickly charged down, using the wooden shafts of their halberds to strike the prisoners of war. Lü Zhe observed that although the soldiers understood that it was natural for the captives to be frightened, they still treated the prisoners with great ferocity.

Creaking—creaking—creaking

As they struck the land with their instruments, at that moment, an elliptical conical object suddenly collided with the ground, and a twisted arm emerged from the soil. Several prisoners of war may have been frightened... Their hurried actions led to a piece of equipment falling to the ground amidst the exclamations

How heavy is that thing

At www.hetushu.com, as Lu Zhe stared wide-eyed in a daze, dozens of strong men, under the call of "Heyo," lifted the giant wood to raise the monster, and with a "Yahey," struck it against the ground. In that instant, he felt the ground tremble slightly

With a simple face, his gaze was exceedingly bland, reflecting the chaotic blood and corpses in his pupils, portraying a unique form of cruelty

If this were a xianxia novel, the protagonist would have already been controlled by inner demons or fallen into madness, but in the end, there would be a moment of realization leading to a sudden outburst, ultimately overcoming the inner demons and experiencing a significant increase in power. Unfortunately, this is neither xianxia nor wuxia; he finally collapsed to the ground in trembling, still muttering to himself.

For a long time, he did not know how long it had been. After that deep breath, it seemed he had never exhaled again, until he truly felt he was about to die. The instinct for survival compelled him to expel the murky air and take another deep breath, as he stared blankly at the bustling crowd.

It felt as if a century had passed; he suddenly sensed someone gripping his shoulder, attempting to pull him up.

The scenes before him were so shocking that Lü Zhe found it hard to breathe again. He realized that if he could barely endure this, encountering situations on the battlefield that were hundreds or thousands of times more brutal and cruel would make it nearly impossible for him to survive

Who wouldn't be frightened? Focused on their tasks, yet suddenly a twisted and pale, dark blue arm emerges from www.hetushu.com. Anyone would be startled by such a scene! However, it is as it should be; military orders will not change due to any circumstances. The soldiers are doing what the Qin army is supposed to do.

The ten machines in this area have been carried away down the straight path, and the massive machinery appears so grand; it may represent an extreme in the creation of engineering equipment today. Who knows? After a massacre, no one will ponder such matters.

Now, regardless of whether it is a timeless mystery, regardless of the charm of the Qin army's rigidity, and regardless of whether the prisoners of war will ultimately be killed to fill the earth, the fear that he has long deliberately avoided in his heart has been unveiled

After several unsuccessful attempts, Jia ultimately resigned to the reality, leaning on Lu Zhe like a slug, relying on him to avoid falling down.

I do not understand what is meant by a different ethnicity, but this time, Jia thought seriously for a while and replied with great caution: "Zhe, this is not something we can contemplate."

This is not a pleasant scene; from time to time, limbs are dislodged from the soil during the work, and the laboring prisoners of war are still startled, appearing disordered. The soldiers of the Qin army will still rush down to deliver a beating.

Once on the battlefield, one is certain to be killed

After a moment of contemplation, he finally understood that many new recruits go through a similar experience and *illustrated* program. However, lacking eloquence, he did not consider comforting his younger brother, with whom he had a decent relationship. As a veteran who had fought in the unification war, he knew that he needed to endure this himself, as everyone had gone through it.

I really want to tell myself "I can no longer continue like this" "I must learn to let go and learn to be ruthless" but, oh heavens, it is truly difficult to convince myself

This time, the number of nomadic people brought in is not large, probably only around three hundred, the vast majority of whom are the elderly and children. They did not escape the fate of being buried in the earth, their cries of despair turning into lifeless bodies.

People from different eras have different experiences, and even within the same era, there are various life paths; no two individuals are alike

What should be done after all

No one noticed that something was amiss with Lü Zhe, and at this time, no one would pay attention to what a mere village chief was thinking or doing

Jia did not care and smiled: "Xiongnu, Yuezhi, Qiang, Miao, Yan, Rong, Di, ... ... , I do not know the others"

This is not the sound made by wooden instruments being moved; it is the noise produced by countless large feet treading on the ground

Thoughts are uncontrollable and keep flashing chaotically, with a rapid leap in thinking. One moment I might be thinking, "How do I escape?" and the next it shifts to, "Right! I haven't traveled through time; I've just been knocked out by the supermarket door and am having a strange dream." There is an overwhelming desire to wake up

He struggled to control himself and stop trembling with the book, but no matter how hard he tried, he was unsuccessful, even unable to prop himself up to sit on the ground

Two expressions, one simple and the other neurotic

Slowly, his vision became somewhat blurred, and he wanted to close his eyes but could not. Tilting his head, he seemed to see a large crowd approaching from a distance

The large foot sank into the soil, and a few strong men would lower their heads to take a look. An inexplicable liquid bubbled up from the ground, filled with a pungent odor, a metallic scent reminiscent of blood, and the acrid smell of a thick black viscous liquid

Escape, you must escape!

I should escape, I am simply not cut out to be a soldier

In today's world, the Earth is perceived as small, and people fundamentally do not believe that it is actually elliptical; they believe in the concept of a flat Earth. Even after centuries of warring states, very few people possess a sense of nationalism, a notion that only emerged in modern times

From time to time, he would suddenly see the limbs of the deceased, whether arms or legs, along with heads bearing various expressions. He felt waves of nausea in his stomach, but he could no longer bring himself to vomit.

Two faces, one dark and one pale

Heaven pity, Jia has finally noticed something amiss with Lu Zhe. This sturdy fellow cannot understand why his comrade seems as limp as a noodle. He has already tried his best to keep his comrade standing, yet he still appears to be weak and on the verge of collapsing.

What should I do

Nervous? ... Yes, still the same kind of nervousness ...

I will die, I will definitely die on the battlefield

Lu Zhe is currently unable to comprehend many things, such as the fact that the soldiers of the Qin army showed no hesitation during the process of killing, even when some soldiers vomited afterward. Furthermore, the captured soldiers who witnessed the brutal killings of those nomadic tribes not only did not display any signs of fear, but rather seemed somewhat excited. He is faced with many things that he cannot understand; this is not the first time, nor will it be the last.

His hands were trembling, and even his feet were shaking. His complexion had taken on a bluish hue. He took a deep breath, slowly... slowly sat down on the ground

It should be very heavy

Whether there will be an answer or not is uncertain; it may or may not happen. Although he does not understand the difference, Lu Zhe is unwilling to ask again

It seems quite complex. Lü Zhe is aware of many ethnic groups, both known and unknown, but it appears that the Rongdi are tribes that have already been integrated into the Qin state

The gradually thickening land, the strange liquid flowing across it, he swayed like a withering blade of grass in the gentle breeze, his head pounding and his mind on the verge of chaos, yet he could only mutter nervously in a low voice amidst the swaying... no matter what, he simply could not fall to the ground...

Oh... I don't know how to describe this tone of voice, it sounds just like a piece of cloth being pulled, the sound is extremely faint: "Another pitiful creature to be killed and buried..." After saying this, it laughed with a "quack quack," laughing incessantly