"Commander Zhao."
"There are two hundred and fifty-seven Han officials imprisoned here. Now all of them have been brought out."
The Commandant in charge of the prison spoke to Zhao Feng.
Outside the prison.
More than two hundred people dressed in Han official robes stood there. They had once been high-ranking dignitaries of Han, many of great power and status, but now they had all fallen to the level of prisoners, their futures unknown.
Looking at these prisoners,
each face bore an air of despair, and a fear of the unknown.
Moreover, their hands and feet were shackled.
"Are their families not coming with them?" Zhao Feng glanced around and asked.
"Their families number in the thousands. These will be dealt with later. If these people submit to Qin, perhaps their families will be treated kindly; but if they remain obstinate, then their families will be reduced to slavery," the Commandant on duty replied.
At this,
Zhao Feng nodded understandingly.
