"Take his head and send it back to Xianyang immediately to be handed over to the King!"

The wicked man raised an eyebrow at the corpse of King Han on the ground, showing no mercy whatsoever. Who told the state of Han to be so ungrateful and try to resist, causing him to expend so much effort?

"Okay!"

As Erniu responded, he casually severed the head of the King of Han with a single, fluid stroke.

"Search all the nobles and royal relatives in Hanseong City. We can't let them escape!" The wicked man casually gave the order, then turned to look at the ongoing carnage within the city.

"Commander, Han's craftsmen...aren't they going to arrest them?!" Li Balang asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Smack!"

The wicked husband slapped him on the back of the head, laughing and cursing, "You came here for this, why are you arresting me? You should ask me to come. You'll have to do it yourself later!"

At this moment, Zhang Erhe quickly approached and said, "Reporting to the commander-in-chief, it is not the Han people in the city who are trying to resist and assist the Han army. Generals Pan Ning and Le Ye sent me to seek your orders."

"To kill or to spare?!"

Oh ho?

Upon hearing this, the wicked husband was so angry that he laughed instead, and his eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Understood, Your Excellency. I will go and inform the two generals immediately!"

Zhang Erhe immediately understood, and before the wicked husband could say anything, he turned around and strode away, his movements so practiced that it seemed as if he had been expecting it all along.

"You brat, can't you let me curse you out first?!" The wicked husband laughed and cursed as he watched his retreating figure, a knot of resentment clenching in his chest, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!"

The wicked man cursed under his breath, then turned to Erniu and said, "These ignorant fools, go and lead men to slaughter half the people in the city as a warning to others."

Upon hearing this, Li Balang hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Commander-in-Chief, you mustn't!"

"Why not? How can we tolerate such a nonsensical act?" The wicked husband frowned, his gaze sharp as a knife as he stared at Li Balang.

“Commander, if we massacre the city, it may incite a popular uprising, which would be even more detrimental to winning back the hearts of the Han people. Even if you don’t consider these factors, you must consider General Bao Yuan and those more than 200,000 Han soldiers!” Li Balang replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

He understood the wicked man's anger perfectly; it was understandable. Even other generals would not have tolerated such a thing, let alone the wicked man with his bloodlust. But at this moment, he needed to remain calm.

The 200,000 Han soldiers also played a significant role in the capture of the capital, charging ahead at the forefront.

The wicked man remained silent for a moment, knowing that Li Balang's words made sense. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then slowly asked, "So, in your opinion, how should this be handled?"

"Commander, why not just punish the participants to deter others?" Li Balang suggested.

The wicked man nodded slightly, then turned to Erniu and instructed, "Do as instructed, and there must be no further resistance."

Erniu accepted the order and left, while the wicked man and Li Ba remained on the city wall to continue watching the carnage inside the city.

The killings gradually ceased as dusk fell, with most of the Han soldiers in the city having been wiped out. The Qin army then began searching the city for any remaining survivors.

Erniu led his men through the streets and alleys, constantly shouting that anyone who dared to help hide or harbor Han soldiers would be caught and their entire family executed, in order to intimidate others.

Although the city was still filled with the stench of blood, order had gradually been restored under the iron fist. Only then did the villain and Li Ba descend from the city wall and stroll around the city.

Just then, a series of footsteps and sparse shouts came from behind, causing the two wicked men to stop and turn around curiously to look behind them.

In the distance, the Fierce Kite, who had not shown himself since the start of the war, strode in, followed by hundreds of soldiers carrying a dozen or so people.

"oh?"

Who are these people?

Seeing this, the curious husband asked a question.

"Commander, this is Prince Anhe of South Korea and some royal descendants."

Bao Yuan clasped his hands in a salute and then said, "Just now, I was ordered to guard the rear gate of the city and happened to catch those who wanted to escape from the city."

"Han Wang An??"

The wicked man's gaze fell on the young man in the lead, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his cold face.

His arrival changed history, but the fate of King Han An seems to have remained unchanged.

"Bao Yuan!"

"You traitorous lackey!"

Gongzi An's eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey, staring intently at this traitor who had betrayed his king and country.

He shouted hoarsely, "You are also a veteran of two dynasties of the Han Dynasty. The late king and my father treated you well, appointing you as the supreme general and giving you high positions and generous salaries. Is this how you repay the king and the country?"

Bao Yuan remained unmoved, only a hint of shame flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

Bao Yuan understood perfectly: since he had already surrendered to Qin, and Han could not stop Qin's iron hooves, why not go all the way down this path?

Compared to the possibility of liberating or besieging the state of Han, the Qin state seemed to have a greater chance of unifying the six kingdoms!

Therefore, he showed no favoritism towards Gongzi An and arrested him directly.

After all, if the Qin state truly unified the six states, then this Prince An would definitely become the mastermind behind the chaos and unrest of the peaceful world.

How could he possibly let go of his hatred and not stir up trouble?

The wicked man glanced at the cold-faced Bao Yuan and immediately understood Bao Yuan's plan. He stepped forward, patted Bao Yuan on the shoulder, and praised him, "The wicked man thanks the General for his trust. The General's move is wise!"

"Sigh..." Bao Yuan sighed and said in a low voice, "This humble general begs the commander-in-chief... to make it happen."

Before he could finish speaking, the wicked man waved his hand to stop him. "General, rest assured, I always keep my word. When things are settled, I wish to return to this place with you to drink and reminisce, and see what happened back then... Ha!"

Bao Yuan nodded, turned and left, ignoring the curses from Gongzi An behind him. His back looked particularly desolate.

"Noisy!"

"Whoosh...bang..."

The wicked man suddenly drew his sword from its sheath, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, its cold gleam flashing before it was instantly sheathed, leaving no time for anyone to react.

Gongzi An's cursing stopped abruptly. His head, with its eyes wide open, rolled to the ground. The headless corpse was still standing, with blood spurting from its neck for two meters.

"The country is gone. Your so-called accusations and insults are nothing but selfish desires. Do you still think you're a human being?" The wicked man smiled coldly, and then ordered, "Collect his head. Later, kill all the members of the Han royal family and send them back to Xianyang."

"That might not be a good idea, Commander!"

A flicker of hesitation and worry crossed Li Ba's eyes as he whispered, "The Korean royal family is, after all, the royal family. Even if someone is to die, the King must personally order the trial. We cannot overstep our bounds!"

"If I say I'll execute, then I'll execute!"

The wicked man was very determined; he had no intention of taking the path of treating the nobles and powerful of the old country well in order to appease the people.