God of Slaughter

"Commander-in-Chief, may I have a word with you in private?"

While the army was on the march, Wen You rode forward and approached Luo Zhao to say this.

Luo Zhao turned back and saw a letter in his hand. Wen You gave him a slight nod.

Luo Zhao turned his mount and followed him away. Su Yuanbai and the others exchanged looks and followed as well, while the army continued onward.

After moving more than ten zhang off the main road, Luo Zhao saw Wen You holding the letter as though he wanted to speak but could not bring himself to. He said, "The situation is already like this. No matter what bad news it is, I am mentally prepared. Wen You, do not hesitate."

Su Yuanbai and the others who had followed them stared at the letter in Wen You's hand with furrowed brows. One look at Wen You told them it was no good news.

At last, Wen You handed the letter to Luo Zhao and sighed. "Commander-in-Chief, Meng Shanming never forgot the gift you sent him last time. He has struck back viciously and returned a gift to you. He had one ear cut off each of the six hundred thousand prisoners, packed them into over a hundred large crates, and handed them over to the inspection personnel in the rear. The sight was truly unpleasant, so it was inconvenient to send them here. This is Meng Shanming's letter to you!"

The ears of six hundred thousand prisoners had been cut off? Su Yuanbai and the others were greatly shocked and deeply moved.

Luo Zhao's expression twitched, fury surfacing on his face. With this move, even if the six hundred thousand elite soldiers were returned to Song Kingdom, those men missing ears would be an unforgettable humiliation