38: Chapter 38: Slaughter of Hundreds of Thousands

Faced with the ruthless slaughter, many soldiers had actually been unable to bear it for a long time and began to kneel and beg for mercy one after another.

However, the sound of their pleas for mercy did not make the slaughter cease.

General Chu Batian merely watched everything around him with cold eyes; he had absolutely no intention of ordering a halt.

One must know that there are some things for which you cannot be forgiven simply by begging for mercy.

Often, once you have done certain things, it is destined that you cannot be forgiven, and you must pay a very heavy price!

In the eyes of General Chu Batian and his men, these soldiers of the Guard Battalion belonged to the category of those who could not be forgiven.

Although they knew clearly in their hearts that it was impossible for the entire million-strong army to have fallen and that there must still be many qualified soldiers among them.

However, under the grand trend of the Imperial Dynasty's reform, no one had the time to distinguish them one by one!

The slaughter continued.

Nearly three hundred figures were like an unwearying whirlwind of death; wherever they passed, they left behind only scattered limbs and fragments.

With such a great commotion and such a cruel, bloody scene, how could Wang Chen, as the master of the Imperial Dynasty, not sense it?

Yet, he did not speak up to stop it.

Why? The reason was very simple.

First, he was not a saint; in his view, these people inside the Guard Battalion truly deserved to die.

Second, professional matters should be left to professional people.

General Chu Batian was a top-tier commander recognized by the System, and he was certainly better at managing the army than he was.

On this point, Wang Chen still had self-awareness.

Although he had lived two lives, he had never come into contact with military management.

Furthermore, he was an emperor; he did not need to do everything himself, he only needed the results.

As for the details, they could completely be left to the professionals to handle!

Of course, the most important point was that Wang Chen was currently in seclusion for the Fusion of the "Imperial Dao Sacred Body," and as for things happening in the outside world, as long as they were not particularly important, he couldn't be bothered to ask.

He also hadn't expected that merely performing the Fusion of an "Imperial Dao Sacred Body" would be so troublesome.

According to the System's prompt, this process would take about three days.

One must know that he was not someone who hadn't seen the world.

In his past life, he had read many novels about Systems, and in those, the Systems would perform the Fusion of a Physique in mere minutes.

In the time it took to shiver, the Fusion would basically be complete!

Why was it so sluggish when it came to him?

Just to perform the Fusion of one Physique, it required three days; this was too pathetic!

Was this the System's fault, or was it his own?

However, the System also provided a reasonable explanation.

That was that a Physique was different from other things; it was a fundamental change, almost equivalent to creating a brand-new life.

Since the System had explained it this way, Wang Chen had no other choice but to wait slowly.

As time passed, the entire Guard Battalion was already flowing with blood.

In just this short while, over one hundred thousand of the Guard Battalion's million-strong army had already been slaughtered.

What kind of concept was over one hundred thousand?

It is no exaggeration to say that if over one hundred thousand people were piled together, one spit from each person could drown someone.

Putting the corpses of over one hundred thousand people together, just one look could scare a person to death.

One can imagine that kind of scene...

And what about those soldiers of the Guard Battalion who were facing this terrifying scene directly?

At this moment, they were already on the verge of collapse.

It was too cruel...

Whether they wanted to resist, wanted to flee for their lives, or were those kneeling and begging for mercy, there was no difference.

As long as they were within the attack range, they were all indiscriminately struck to death by General Chu Batian's subordinates.

Seeing that his subordinates were getting more and more carried away with the killing, General Chu Batian finally spoke up.

"Alright, everyone stop!"

As General Chu Batian's voice fell, nearly three hundred violent figures finally stopped.

Of course, they did not stop immediately; rather, only after their final attack completely tore the person in front of them to shreds did they stop.

Subsequently, they turned around simultaneously and silently lined up behind General Chu Batian.

The entire process was as crisp as if they were machines, without a single wasted movement.

After the killing abruptly stopped, the entire camp fell into a deathly silence that was even more heart-palpitating than the previous screams.

It was a scene like Hell; it could scare people to death, so who would dare to make a sound at this time?

Looking around, as far as the eye could see, the comrades who were standing just moments ago had become scattered limbs and fragments littering the ground.

Even for those who were lucky enough to survive, their minds were completely blank at this moment; extreme fear had drained all their strength and ability to think.

When they saw those figures like demons from Hell finally stop and no longer pounce, a nearly instinctive, humble desire to survive suddenly awakened.

"Thump!" "Thump!"... They knelt!

This time, they knelt even more thoroughly than when they begged for mercy last time!

Looking around, all the remaining people in the entire Guard Battalion knelt down on the ground in unison this time.

They dared not lift their heads, dared not make a sound, and even dared not breathe heavily!

They wished they could shrink themselves into the dirt and disappear completely from the sight of those terrifying existences.

It was just like being in a classroom, facing a teacher about to call on someone to answer a question!

Everyone was praying in their hearts.

"Don't look at me, don't look at me..."

"Oh, great masters, don't look at me, look elsewhere..."

General Chu Batian slowly paced forward, his silver boots stepping in the pool of blood, making a faint "patter" sound.

Each sound seemed to strike at the heart of everyone present.

He scanned this bloody scene of Hell, looking at those survivors shivering in the piles of corpses like ants; there was no condescending expression in his eyes, only a bottomless coldness and a trace of imperceptible... disappointment!

"You are very lucky! Were it not for the benevolence of Your Majesty, this general would have slaughtered you all without hesitation! Because your behavior simply does not make you worthy of being soldiers under this general!"

"This general is now giving you a chance. Tomorrow, the Guard Battalion will be reorganized, retaining only one hundred thousand. The victors stay, and the losers will be directly expelled from the Guard Battalion!"

General Chu Batian's words immediately caused a commotion at the scene.

Those soldiers who had been scared out of their wits now all lifted their heads in disbelief.

"Expel... expel from the Guard Battalion?"

"If we are really expelled from the Guard Battalion, what will we do?"

"No, I cannot be expelled from the Guard Battalion. If I am truly expelled from the Guard Battalion, my whole Family will be finished!"

"I... I must stay in the Guard Battalion. I cannot be expelled; that would be too shameful."

"Right! Cannot be expelled. My whole Family knows I am in the Guard Battalion. If I am expelled, how will my Family be able to hold their heads up in the future!"

"That's right! Me too! I must stay in the Guard Battalion. Even if I have to risk my life, I must stay in the Guard Battalion, unless I die!"

"Right, even if I have to die, I must stay in the Guard Battalion!"

Because of General Chu Batian's words, the crowd of Guard Battalion soldiers who had originally been scared out of their wits were now instead stirred up with a trace of bloodthirst!

There was no way around it.

In any world, for a soldier to be expelled from the military camp, it was a very shameful matter. Not only would they lose Face themselves, but even their entire Family would lose Face along with them.

These people might not be qualified soldiers, but at the very least, they were still men!

As long as one is a man, he cares about Face!

If they were expelled from the military camp, they would never be able to hold their heads up again in their entire life!

Which man could endure such humiliation?

Whoever can endure it, raise your hand!