Everywhere, incomplete and rotten human parts, seared by intense heat, littered the ground. The pervading stench made many soldiers queasy, yet they all endured it.
"Spare those who surrender! Drop your weapons and crouch with your heads in your hands!" a multitude of soldiers shouted.
One by one, the Hu Lu tribespeople threw down their weapons and crouched, heads in hands. The scene was simply too horrifying. A deafening explosion, followed by a fierce gust of wind, and then people were not just torn apart but also cooked. A single wave of bombing silenced all who resisted. The next step was to process the surrender.
"Find a guide to lead us," Wang Linchi said calmly. They were heading to the Imperial Court and definitely needed a guide rather than flying there themselves, lest they go astray.
