Chapter 70
: 3 people, mountains of corpses, rivers of blood.
Zhu Dijun ignored the turbulent waves of the myriad worlds and timelines.
He strode heavily into the memorial hall.
From the perspective of the sky, following him, we entered that space permeated with sorrow and anger.
At the entrance is a vast plaza, paved with black pebbles, where not a blade of grass grows.
In the square, groups of sculptures silently recount the tragedy of that year.
A mother held her dead child, looking up to the sky and crying out in grief.
There were young men who were bound, their faces filled with defiance and despair.
There was a helpless elderly person, collapsed on the ground, with a blank look in their eyes.
Each sculpture is like a frozen history of blood and tears, piercing the eyes of everyone present.
Zhu Dijun's voice rang out again, hoarse and suppressed.
"Before we enter the exhibition hall, I need to tell you a number."
"A number that you probably can't even imagine."
He stopped, took a deep breath, as if using all his strength.
"In this massacre that lasted for more than forty days, the number of our compatriots who perished exceeded..."
"Three hundred thousand!"
Three hundred thousand!
Three hundred thousand?!
This number, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, struck the crown of every ancient emperor!
The Great Han Dynasty, Weiyang Palace.
Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, suddenly grabbed the table in front of him, his tiger-like eyes wide open.
"Three hundred thousand?!"
He campaigned against the Xiongnu, engaging in countless battles, large and small, yet even in a major battle, the casualties were only in the tens of thousands!
Three hundred thousand unarmed civilians were massacred? What does that even mean?
Even in the most prosperous city of Chang'an under his rule, the population was no more than this!
This means that the entire city of Chang'an was slaughtered!
The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Hall.
Li Shimin trembled all over, not from fear, but from extreme anger.
"Three hundred thousand...three hundred thousand!"
"Bai Qi massacred 400,000 Zhao soldiers, and has been cursed for a thousand years! Those were surrendered soldiers from a battle between two armies!"
"These Japanese pirates slaughtered 300,000 of my civilians!!"
"Beasts! A bunch of utter beasts!"
The Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Yuanzhang's breathing became heavy, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
"Three hundred thousand..."
He recalled the chaos of the late Yuan Dynasty, and his parents, brothers, and sisters-in-law who had starved to death.
He thought it was already hell on earth.
But he never imagined that such a horrific massacre would occur in the capital city of Yingtian Prefecture, which he had established, under the protection of his Zhu family descendants!
"My people... my three hundred thousand citizens of Yingtian..."
The voice of this iron-fisted emperor was tinged with a sob.
"The Zhu family... they are unworthy!"
Zhu Di stood to the side, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood without him even noticing.
The era of the Three Kingdoms has long since become a desolate wasteland.
Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan, these three warlords who were still openly and secretly fighting over "Corgi" and "Bean," no longer showed any hostility or mockery on their faces at this moment.
As they looked at the sky, at the mournful sculptures, and at the cold, impersonal numbers, they felt a chill run from their feet to the top of their heads.
"Three hundred thousand..."
The feather fan in Zhuge Liang's hand had fallen to the ground again.
Throughout his life, he was full of clever schemes and knew how to calculate people's hearts, but he could never have imagined that human nature could be so evil.
In the sky, Zhu Dijun continued on his way.
He walked into a huge, deep pit enclosed by a glass dome.
Inside the pit were layers upon layers of densely packed white bones.
Some of the skeletons had contorted limbs, clearly indicating that they died in extreme pain.
Some of the skeletons still bear the marks of being hacked or chopped with knives and axes.
You can even see small, child-sized skeletons interspersed with adult skeletons.
It was a whole expanse of land covered with human bones!
"This is one of the 'mass grave' sites."
Zhu Dijun's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell.
"Back then, those Japanese soldiers, in order to cover up their crimes and also for their own amusement, drove hundreds and thousands of our compatriots to the edge of the trenches, machine-gunned them, stabbed them to death with bayonets, and then pushed the bodies into the pits and hastily buried them."
"There are more than one such mass grave in and around Nanjing."
The scene showed a close-up of a skull with a clear hole in it.
"They even held 'murder contests'!"
Zhu Dijun's tone suddenly rose, filled with bloodthirsty rage!
"Two Japanese officers made a pact to see who could kill one hundred Chinese people first! Armed with their swords, they indiscriminately hacked and slashed passersby in the streets, sparing no one, from the elderly to children! And this atrocity was even reported extensively in their own country's newspapers as anecdotal battlefield tales!"
"Clang!"
The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.
He drew the Tai'a sword from the waist of the First Emperor Ying Zheng!
The sword hummed, exuding a chilling killing intent!
"Interesting tidbit?!"
"Great! What an interesting story!"
"Zhao Gao!"
"exist!"
"Draft an edict for me! Proclaim it throughout the land!"
Ying Zheng's voice was like ice that had stood for millennia.
"All of my Qin's elite soldiers, if they encounter Japanese pirates in the future, need not ask for permission, nor take prisoners!"
"kill!"
"No need to record merits, no need for rewards!"
"kill!"
"Slay them until they reach their borders, leaving not a blade of grass alive! Slay them until they reach their very bloodline, leaving not a single survivor!"
"I'll show them what real 'fucking anecdotes' really are!"
Throughout the entire Xianyang Palace, all the palace servants and eunuchs prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling in fear under the First Emperor's overwhelming rage.
They knew that the emperor truly intended to destroy the country!
Meanwhile, in other timelines, countless military generals also had bloodshot eyes.
The God of Slaughter, Bai Qi, gazed at the sky and slowly uttered two words: "Deserves to die."
Champion Marquis Huo Qubing said with icy eyes: "This inferior race is not worthy of living in this world."
The military hero Yue Fei, filled with grief and indignation, looked up to the sky and roared: "My ambition is to feast on the flesh of the barbarians when hungry, and laughingly drink their blood when thirsty! I regret that I could not have been born in that time to avenge my compatriots!"
At this moment, killing intent surged throughout all realms and timelines!
Blood debts must be repaid with blood!