He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 432: Was the Killing Wrong?

Three months later, the name of the Daqian Dynasty spread throughout the world.

Ma Ningyan did not become emperor herself, but pushed Gu An Ning to this position.

She herself was given the title of Marshal, led millions of troops, and started a new round of conquest.

This expedition was directed in three directions at the same time.

The Eighteen Riders of Tiannan were divided into three groups, with three marshals and fifteen generals.

Each of them led an army of one million and launched attacks in these three directions at the same time.

Ma Ningyan served as the commander-in-chief, leading the troops in the southern Xinjiang region.

For a time, the whole world was shocked.

This newly born dynasty immediately revealed its sharp fangs and claws.

The rulers of several surrounding dynasties were furious and vowed to fight to the death.

Amid the raging war, Daqian's borders continued to advance outward.

The three million troops were officially renamed the Daqian Border Army.

Their only mission is to expand the territory under the leadership of the Marshal.

Ma Ningyan's order was delivered to every soldier.

"Daqian will never need to guard its borders, because our borders will continue to expand outward."

"Until one day, I see the end of the world!"

"Daqian's flag is our city wall!"

This is a grand and crazy goal, and even the powerful clans feel great pressure.

They sent people to the three major gates to demand that they stop providing assistance to Ma Ningyan.

The reason is simple, Ma Ningyan was born in the Jingtian Dynasty.

Now the four states of the dynasty have been occupied by her, and if she conquers them again, she will be invading another country.

If the Taoist sect takes action again, it will be participating in the massacre.

I don’t know whether the three major sects really feel that helping Ma Ningyan any further would be unfair to others.

Or perhaps because they didn't want the dynasty to become too powerful, Xie Zimo and others were called back by the Taoist master.

Although there was no help from Taoism, with three million border troops, Daqian was still able to expand its territory very quickly.

In this era, dynasties were very small and at most occupied five states.

For some, two states or three states are considered good.

Daqian's army is strong and has battle formations, so it naturally has the advantage in a fight.

It only took Ma Ningyan one year to defeat a dynasty in southern Xinjiang.

Then she met a tough opponent.

Buddhist country.

Jiang Lin had heard about the Buddhist Kingdom many times.

It is known that it was Emperor Taizu of Daqian who killed the Buddha and destroyed the Taoist tradition, leaving only a few people who practiced asceticism.

The Daqian border troops continued their advance after reorganization, but were then blocked outside the Buddhist kingdom.

Thousands of Buddhists sat in the Buddha's kingdom, blocking the way.

"This is the land of Buddha, please go back."

Da da da--

The sound of horse hooves stepping on the ground was heard, and Xu Wanqun, whose entire body and the horse were covered in black armor, rode his horse to the front of these Buddhists.

He is now the Marshal of Southern Xinjiang, and his status is second only to Ma Ningyan.

High position and authority.

After so many years of conquests, and with the help of Taoist elixirs, he has now reached the peak of the Divine Martial Realm.

The growth of cultivation in this era is particularly fast, at least much faster than the period Jiang Lin has experienced.

Even though Jiang Lin could not improve his cultivation here, he could still feel that the concentration of the vital energy of heaven and earth was very high.

Those weapons of precious weapon grade are at least 30% stronger than expected.

This made Jiang Lin wonder, why is the vitality of heaven and earth gradually fading?
Xie Zimo and others said it very clearly that a thousand years ago in Taoism, there were endless Taoist warriors.

But nowadays, few people can break through this realm.

The existing Daowu realms are almost all antiques from hundreds of years ago.

Only a pair of cold eyes were revealed on the black armor.

A dull sound came from under the armor.

"Submit to Daqian, or die!"

There is no third option and no room for negotiation.

The many Buddhists kept silent and did not look at him, but just recited the scriptures on their own.

Xu Wanqun drew the sword from his waist and pointed it at one of the Buddhists.

The Buddhist opened his eyes and looked at the sharp blade.

His tone seemed nonchalant.

"If you kill me, you will be incinerated by the Red Lotus Fire and suffer countless disasters..."

Before he could finish his words, his head fell to the ground.

Xu Wanqun shook off the blood on the knife and said in an extremely cold voice: "Are you trying to scare the child?"

He looked at the other Buddhists and the military officers behind them, all of whom drew their weapons and walked forward with indifferent expressions.

Although they didn't speak, the chilling weapons in their hands were enough to indicate what they would do next.

The Buddhists still had no intention of giving way. They just opened their eyes, stared at the soldiers in front of them, and chanted the same words.

"If you kill me, you will be incinerated by the Red Lotus Fire and suffer countless disasters!"

"If you kill me, you will be incinerated by the Red Lotus Fire and suffer countless disasters!"

"If you kill me, you will be incinerated by the Red Lotus Fire and suffer countless disasters!"

Xu Wanqun said nothing, waved his hand and said: "Kill!"

The military officers behind him immediately rushed forward and chopped the Buddhists to the ground with their swords.

They killed them quickly because the Buddhists offered no resistance.

Just sit there quietly, waiting for death to come.

Such a one-sided massacre was not a war, so many people could not bear it. The military adviser knelt down and kowtowed to Ma Ningyan: "Buddhists have no intention of being enemies with Daqian, why bother to create killings."

"If this matter gets out, Daqian's reputation will be ruined. Please think twice, Commander-in-Chief!"

Ma Ningyan frowned as she looked at the Buddhists who died under the butcher's knife.

If you encounter an enemy, it is never too late to attack him with ruthlessness.

But facing such a non-resisting Buddhist, she was not a truly bloodthirsty person, and she felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

Just then Jiang Lin came to deliver weapons, and Ma Ningyan called him over and asked, "Grandpa Hong, what do you think the Buddhist country should do?"

Jiang Lin said without hesitation: "Kill."

Ma Ningyan was stunned for a moment. In her impression, Jiang Lin was not a person who liked to kill.

Why is it that when we encounter the Buddha Kingdom, the country becomes so ruthless?
The only reason is that Jiang Lin knows the details of the Buddhist Kingdom.

To be precise, he knew that the core of the so-called Buddhist kingdom lay in the magical weapon, the Sumeru Wheel.

Rather than saying that the Sumeru Wheel is a divine weapon, it would be better to say that it is a man-eating monster.

By devouring others and practicing, it continuously condenses and improves.

In Jiang Lin's eyes, this is a capital crime.

The strategist jumped up from the ground, pointed at Jiang Lin and cursed: "How dare you say such nonsense! You don't know that just one word from you will cause so many innocent people to die. How can you be so cruel!"

Ma Ningyan also looked at Jiang Lin and asked, "Grandpa Hong, do you really think Buddhists should be killed?"

Jiang Lin replied: "It is not that Buddhists should be killed, but that the Buddhist country should be destroyed. Whoever stands in your way will be punished by death."

"Bastard!"

The counselor cursed again, his tone even more fierce.

"Daqian is conquering all directions, this is a grand event to expand the territory, but how can we build a temple at the cost of innocent lives!"

"The Buddhist country should be destroyed, and Buddhists should die. What about you?"

"You have forged so many weapons, and your hands are stained with the blood of so many people. Don't you deserve to die?"

Ma Ningyan grabbed the long sword at hand and swung out a sword energy of dozens of feet. The strategist was instantly torn into pieces and died tragically on the spot.

She held the knife and looked at Jiang Lin: "What this person said was not what I meant."

"Grandpa Hong has made great contributions to the world. Even the border troops respect you. Many people are dissatisfied and often make random suggestions to me."

Although she exuded a murderous aura, her eyes were still clear.

Jiang Lin nodded and said, "I know."

"Then let's do as Grandpa Hong says." Ma Ningyan shook her hand and threw out the long knife.

This holy weapon grade long sword instantly crossed a distance of several thousand meters and stirred up a storm of heaven and earth energy that was tens of meters thick.

Then it fell from the sky and pierced into the ground of the Buddha's kingdom.

"March!"

Millions of troops rushed into the Buddhist land.

The death of the strategist shocked many of the accompanying civil servants.

But they did not give up what they wanted, but looked at Jiang Lin with more and more dissatisfaction.

This person's achievements surpass his master's, and he is also bloodthirsty.

Buddhists clearly do not resist, yet they still commit the sin of killing!
If this continues, and the border troops are all influenced by him, won’t Daqian have peace?
For civil officials, the size of the territory is not important.

What matters is whether the dynasty's reputation can be preserved.

Even though they are now military advisers, they do not want to leave too many stains during the war so as not to affect Daqian's reputation in the future.

Civil servants’ obsession with these things far exceeds that with other things.

Even though Ma Ningyan clearly expressed her trust in Jiang Lin and did not allow anyone to question it.

But these people still come one after another and make their own protests every three days.

Every three days, Ma Ningyan would personally chop off the head of a counselor or civil servant and throw it outside the tent.

But they did not give up. Instead, they continued to do what they thought they should do, shouting slogans such as "No mercy, or death."

As heads were chopped off one after another, the border troops who had fought for many years could not help but develop some admiration for these civil servants.

Because they actually felt that there was no need to kill all the Buddhists who blocked the road, they could just go around them.

If we really do as Jiang Lin said and kill everyone we see, I'm afraid everyone here will be killed.

A civil servant who can keep making life-threatening suggestions out of compassion can be considered a real man.

However, the border troops were still rational and they did not follow the civil officials' footsteps and commit suicide.

After all, my duty is to expand the territory.

Whether the killing was right or not is not important.

However, Jiang Lin's reputation inevitably declined a lot in the process.

Some people began to wonder if Jiang Lin had become arrogant because of his great achievements.

He doesn't care about the lives of ordinary people, so what about the Marshal?
Where is His Majesty the Emperor who is far away in Kyoto?

Will he rebel one day?

The sound gradually grew louder.

Ma Ningyan had heard too much, so at the beginning she would capture and behead whoever she heard saying it.

But as more and more people talked about this matter in private, her knife became dull.

Do we really want to kill all those people?

Every day, the border troops would deliver battle reports to her.

Every day, the number of Buddhists being slaughtered increases.

Eight thousand people...

Thirty-five thousand people...

Fifty-two thousand seven hundred people...

Eighty thousand people...

One hundred and three thousand people...

The increasing numbers made Ma Ningyan's already hard-hearted heart waver a little.

When the number of Buddhists slaughtered exceeded 200,000, she finally could not help but walk out of the tent and look at the Buddhists sitting on the ground, allowing the border troops to slaughter them.

"Did I kill the wrong person?"

(End of this chapter)