The Jizhen City has fallen, and for three days, the blades shall not be sheathed.
Though it is said to be three days, in reality, it was not even one full day before the entire Jizhen turned into a living hell. The sound of weapons cutting through flesh and the screams of the dying mixed in the air, while bloodthirsty warriors with blood-red eyes roamed the streets, searching for any possible survivors.
Blood flowed across the ground, forming small streams.
There were those who questioned He Xiqing's orders, even Muer Shu, who followed He Xiqing, had advised against it. After all, war is ultimately about resources, and keeping those alive as slaves would be more beneficial than slaughtering them all.
"Moreover, the chiefs of the Qingyang Tribe would have objections."
