Yang Tao had a good foundation. After a few days of careful care, he recovered, but he still seemed to be in low spirits.
At this time, the alliance held a banquet and invited Yang Tao. Unable to resist, Yang Tao had no choice but to attend.
At the banquet, everyone toasted and smiled happily, as if they had finally gotten rid of a heavy burden.
The four tribes of Nanman, which had caused the destruction of Nansheng, were finally exterminated.
But Yang Tao didn't know what to eat. He didn't touch the food on the table and only took a few sips of sake. His face was pale.
Yan Lin could only sigh, but he couldn't console him on this occasion.
An Cui had completely turned over a new leaf. Thanks to Hua Yuan's secret plan, his forces were the most well-preserved. Even when the plague was rampant, they didn't suffer many losses. The other vassal forces suffered heavy losses and naturally didn't have the right to compete with An Cui. They could only feign civility.
Naturally, An Cui became the leader of the Alliance Army. He had the greatest right to speak, becoming the Alliance Leader in name only!
After the banquet began, he praised everyone's contributions as usual. The other vassals smiled and echoed, occasionally praising An Cui.
Of course, it didn't matter if they thought so or not.
An Cui was satisfied with everyone's reaction. The hatred and resentment that had accumulated over the years disappeared with the extermination of the four tribes of Nanman. Nanman was the mountain that had been weighing on his heart. Now that this mountain had been overturned, he could finally relax!
Listening to the joyful songs and praises, Yang Tao's hand that was holding the wine cup tightened slightly, and a sharp glint flashed across his eyes.
Yan Lin and Yang Tao grew up together and naturally knew each other's temperament. He quickly tugged at Yang Tao's sleeve, his eyes full of disapproval.
Yang Tao always listened to his best friend. He could only bear with it. In anger, he raised his chin and downed the wine in the bottle.
Seeing this, Yan Lin heaved a sigh of relief. He motioned for the maid to fill up Yang Tao's wine bottle. In this situation, it was better to just get Yang Tao drunk.
Unexpectedly, An Cui didn't have any tacit understanding. Seeing Yang Tao downing cup after cup, he smiled and raised his cup. "Here, I would like to propose a toast to you. If you hadn't trained your troops well and fought bravely, we wouldn't have been able to conquer Nanman so easily … "
Then, An Cui's strategist, Hua Yuan, also smiled and flattered him.
Hearing Hua Yuan's words, Yang Tao, who had been drinking his sorrows, exploded like a firecracker. He snorted coldly and suddenly threw the golden bronze wine goblet at Hua Yuan. If Hua Yuan had not subconsciously tilted his head to avoid it, the wine goblet would have definitely smashed into his face.
Everyone was startled by this turn of events. The dancers in the camp also stopped and trembled.
With a clang, the wine goblet fell to the ground and made a huge noise.
Hua Yuan was able to avoid the wine bottle, but the sake in the wine bottle was not so easy to avoid. Hua Yuan's wine was splashed.
Yang Tao stood up angrily, gritted his teeth, and said, "What qualifications do you have to mention my father? You've insulted his wisdom! "
The crowd was stunned again. Hua Yuan had not said anything bad about Yang Jian just now. Instead, he had praised Yang Jian for teaching his son well. Like father, like son.
Why was Yang Tao so angry?
Hua Yuan raised his hand to wipe the wine off his face. He stood up and bowed in apology, but Yang Tao did not appreciate it at all.
An Cui felt a little embarrassed, but he had to intervene. He muttered to himself, "What's wrong with Yang Tao?"
Yang Tao did not give An Cui any face. He mocked Hua Yuan, "I'm ashamed to be associated with animals!"
An Cui's face turned green when he heard this. Hua Yuan was his right-hand man. What did Yang Tao mean by calling him an animal in front of him?
Hua Yuan did not get angry. Instead, his lips curled into a mocking smile. Yan Lin's heart sank when he saw this.
Yang Tao flicked his sleeves and left. Yan Lin followed closely behind, leaving behind a group of confused vassals.
Outside the tent, a cold wind blew, cooling his burning chest a little. His anger also subsided a little.
"My lord?" Yan Lin stood behind him and called out softly.
Yang Tao's face paled. He lowered his head and said dejectedly, "Shaoyang, do you think I did something wrong?"
"I was impulsive," Yan Lin said calmly. "You are a noble vassal. Why did you have to confront a despicable person like Hua Yuan?"
Yang Tao pursed his lips and said stubbornly, "I couldn't control my anger when I heard him speak!"
Yan Lin asked him, "Are you happy now, my lord?"
Yang Tao said, "Shaoyang, let's rest for a few days and leave. I don't want to stay in this foul place any longer."
Yan Lin sighed. "If we leave now, we will suffer great losses."
War was a money-burning job. When could they make money?
When could they divide the spoils of war?
The four tribes of Nanman had destroyed Nansheng. They had looted and killed along the way. Over the years, they had looted countless treasures.
If they left now, they would be giving up on the spoils that Yang Tao deserved.
Yang Tao knew that he was being impulsive. He said, "But I don't want to see these people's faces anymore."
Yan Lin said, "If that's the case, then you can continue to claim that you are sick. I will take care of the rest."
Yan Lin couldn't blame his friend for being so stubborn. He didn't like Hua Yuan either.
The alliance had conquered the four tribes of Nanman and captured millions of people. These were all spoils of war. They could divide them up after a while.
They didn't expect Hua Yuan to stand up and make a speech, which aroused the hatred of the alliance towards Nanman. He suggested to exterminate the four tribes of Nanman.
An Cui strongly supported it. Many of the wavering feudal lords were also won over. Only Yang Tao insisted on opposing it.
Kill what?
Killing the prisoners of war was one thing, but why kill the old, weak, sick and disabled?
However, Yang Tao was from Dongqing. He didn't have much say in the alliance, so he couldn't stop it.
If that was the case, Yang Tao wouldn't be so disgusted with Hua Yuan.
Who asked Hua Yuan to do two heinous things!?
Hua Yuan ordered his men to gather the babies of Nanman, throw them to death, and strangle them one by one!
How much hatred and resentment did they have?
The other matter was also the root cause of Yang Tao's small illness, which was also the knot in his heart.
The alliance took several days to conquer the four tribes of Nanman and captured millions of people of all ages.
Among the captives, there were men and women, old and young. Other than the Nanman people, there were also tens of thousands of Nansheng women. These women were captured by the four tribes of Nanman to be used as captives to vent their lust and reproduce.
These women suffered inhumane torture here. Those who were in better health gave birth to one child after another. Those who were in poor health didn't even last a month or two. Many even died in childbirth. When the alliance arrived, many of the women were pregnant.
Hearing that the alliance had arrived, they cried tears of joy.
Who knew that what awaited them was another nightmare.
The alliance ordered the slaughter of Nanman. The children in their wombs naturally belonged to Nanman.
"What should we do with them?"
Hua Yuan, or Ge Lin, sneered and said, "Take them down! If we can't, cut them open and take them out. "
There were no abortion pills in the army.
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