One hundred and thirty thousand Japanese soldiers.
It took over seventy thousand men of the Auxiliary Army a full day and two nights to barely finish clearing them away.
No prisoners were wanted.
No surrendered soldiers were wanted.
Every Japanese soldier they captured was forced to the ground in rows and beheaded.
They were shoved into great pits in groups, then a roaring fire was lit over each pit to keep them warm...
The order to spare neither prisoners nor surrendered soldiers had come from Yang Ge.
But these inventive methods of slaughtering prisoners and surrendered soldiers were things the Japanese slaves of the Auxiliary Army had devised themselves, taking the initiative.
Not a single warrior of the Auxiliary Army protested Yang Ge's order. On the contrary, they all scrambled to carry it out, racking their brains for ingenious ways to make the process more "entertaining."
As though, as victors, this was precisely what they ought to do.
As though failing to do so would fail to display their majesty as victors...
With them being so obedient, what else could Yang Ge say?
Naturally, he could only indulge them!
On the second night, brilliant firelight illuminated Tanigawa's darkness as brightly as day. Countless Japanese slaves of the Auxiliary Army feasted on food and fine wine looted from the Japanese troops, dancing in delight around towering bonfires. Their jubilant laughter mingled with heart-rending screams, painting the moonless night into a living hell.
Zhou Fu brought Liu Tang and Nangong Feiying to find Yang Ge, who lay with his horse on a hill far from the crowds.
"Second Master, perhaps you were right!"
Those were Zhou Fu's first words upon finding Yang Ge. Following Yang Ge's gaze, his eyes, lit by the flickering flames, filled with revulsion. Behind that revulsion lurked a