Blood-red sand swirled across the camp, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and blood. Wang Tian stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his long sword still dripping with dark red blood.

"Remember, those standing before you are not men, women, young, or old, but those barbarian wolf cubs who have harmed my China!"

"Anyone who dares to disobey military orders or act out of personal feelings is a traitor to China and shall be beheaded, along with their entire clan. China will not tolerate ingrates!"

"If you show them mercy today, your wives, daughters, and relatives will be the ones who die tomorrow!"

At the command, the Qin soldiers swung their swords without hesitation. Blood rained down, and cries of agony were drowned out by the flashing blades. In an instant, countless heads rolled to the ground. Wang Tian watched the carnage indifferently, as if it were just another routine battle.

A lieutenant strode over, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "General, eight thousand nine hundred and sixty heads have been beheaded, regardless of gender or age."

Wang Tian nodded slightly, looked around at the blood-soaked ground covered with shattered heads, and suddenly sneered, "The Grand Commandant once built a mound of heads against foreign tribes, and today I shall follow suit."

Before long, raging fire engulfed most of the camp, and the remaining soldiers piled the heads of the Donghu people into a small mountain. As the yellow sand blew by, the bloodstains were shocking to behold, and the mound of heads stood tall, a testament to their tragic end.

Wang Tian wiped the blood off his knife, turned and left, leaving behind only a chilling instruction: "Make that fire burn even brighter."

Beneath the yellow sand lay scorched earth, with charred ashes and lingering bloodstains mixed together, emitting a nauseating stench that assaulted the nostrils.

"All troops line up and continue the advance."

Wang Tian's gaze was cold and stern. With a command, the soldiers set off again. The sound of warhorses' hooves and the clanging of swords and spears mingled in the howling wind, like a prelude to death.

Behind them, the mountain of severed heads cast a menacing shadow in the firelight and blood-red sunset, warning those who come after: those who dare to invade China will pay a bloody price.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the troops arrived near another Donghu tribe. This was the second target that Wang Tian had targeted, with dozens of scout teams sent out.

"General, the terrain ahead is flat, and there aren't many sentry posts around the camp," the lieutenant reported, clasping his hands in a fist salute. "According to our scouts, this tribe numbers about three thousand."

Upon hearing this, Wang Tian sneered and slapped the back of his sword onto his palm: "A mere three thousand men, killing them will be a matter of moments. Pass down the order—crush this tribe!"

The Donghu people were caught completely off guard, many of them still dazed in their tents, when 20,000 Qin soldiers surged in like a tidal wave, suddenly unleashing deafening battle cries.

"kill--!"

Armored suits clashed, blades flashed.

Countless Donghu people were awakened from their sleep, and were killed by the Qin army before they could even put on their clothes. A few able-bodied men who regained consciousness picked up bows and arrows and fired wildly, but it was difficult for them to launch an effective attack.

The soldiers trampled through the camp, crushing everything in their path. Men, women, and children alike fell in terror and screams, their blood pooling on the ground, a mixture of yellow earth and animal dung, forming glaring black and red puddles.

Wang Tian rode his horse to patrol the perimeter. Seeing that the sounds of fighting inside were gradually subsiding, he knew that the situation was settled. "Search the camp. Do not let any survivors escape."

A moment later, sporadic cries of agony echoed through the camp. The lieutenant stepped forward and bowed, saying, "General, more than 2,300 have been beheaded. The rest either died in the fire or were trampled by the chaotic army."

Wang Tian looked at the ever-rolling flames and slowly raised his sword: "Collect the heads and pile them up. From now on, whenever we pass through the Donghu tribes, we must first build a mound of heads, burn their camps, and then proceed north."

"Remember, 100,000 heads are required to pay for this. The Grand Commandant's order is: ten lives for one life, one wound for three lives. More is not a problem, but there must be no shortage, not even a single head."

"This subordinate obeys!" The lieutenant clasped his hands in a fist salute, his face still cold, like a block of ice in the dead of winter.

As night deepened, flames and blood once again stained the sky crimson. Amidst the mournful cries of the Donghu people, a new mound of corpses slowly took shape.

For several days in a row, Wang Tian's troops rampaged through the land, and no matter where they were, whether deep in the grasslands or in the remote mountains and forests, the Qin scouts found them all. Wang Tian sent out as many as three thousand scouts, which shows how determined he was to kill them.

Wang Tian showed no mercy; he consistently carried out the order to "exterminate them all." After the massacre, mounds of corpses rose one after another between the desert grasslands and hilly mountains, like grotesque landmarks of hell.

On one occasion, when the Qin army besieged a large Donghu tribe, the tribe's chieftain gathered about five thousand soldiers in an attempt to resist the Qin army's advance.

The most ridiculous thing was that the leader even raised his head and roared: "We are all sons of the Donghu, this is our land, how can we allow the Qin army to humiliate us at will!"

As a result, when the two sides clashed, the Qin army, lacking modern equipment and excellent coordination, was like a child in front of them. Furthermore, Wang Tian personally intervened and beheaded the enemy leader.

Without their leader, the Donghu warriors were thrown into chaos and were slaughtered like pigs and dogs by the Qin army. Wang Tian ordered the extermination of the tribe, leaving no survivors. In this battle, blood stained the grasslands, and the number of heads taken exceeded 20,000.

The killings continued and escalated.

Perhaps the sheer number of killings had led to too much bloodshed, or perhaps they were simply weary of the prolonged slaughter. As a result, some of the lieutenants hesitated, after all, they were sometimes dealing with women, children, and the elderly.

But Wang Tian's firm and unquestionable military order came first: anyone who dares to disobey will be beheaded, and their family members and relatives will also be implicated!

With this strict order in place, no one dared to show mercy. As a result, the flesh and blood of the Donghu people splattered repeatedly under the blade, and they became numb and cold-blooded, regarding these foreigners as mere beasts.

As the army continued its advance, Wang Tian slaughtered eighteen Donghu tribes and beheaded 100,000 people, building a mound of heads. His mission was considered a success.

In the fierce wind, Wang Tian withdrew his gaze, stepped over the broken walls and ruins, and the words his wicked husband had said to him floated into his mind: "Wang Tian, ​​I will not return until the blood feud is over! When you have counted enough, then you can return to Xiangping."

Standing amidst the swirling dust and mountains of corpses, he coldly uttered, "Today... victory is achieved, I have no regrets as Grand Commandant!"

His soldiers threw the last severed head into the mound of heads. On that towering, blood-stained hill, yellow sand and blood swirled in the fierce wind, the blood and sand congealing into dark red mud that emitted an indescribable stench.

Thus, eighteen mounds of Jingguan remain on the Liaobei grasslands, serving as poignant tombstones witnessing the Donghu's unauthorized invasion of China and the subsequent pursuit of their blood debts.

Wang Tian said calmly, "We will camp here for three days, rest, and then return to Xiangping to report back."

"Your subordinate obeys!" The messenger did not hesitate and spurred his horse to gallop away.

Three days later, Wang Tian led his troops on their journey. Looking at the Qin army before him, whose aura was as cold and sharp as a blade, he slowly said, "Today we return in triumph to Xiangping, bringing with us the good news of these 100,000 heads!"

"Wind, wind, strong wind!"

The neighing of men and the neighing of horses were accompanied by a sudden gust of wind on the horizon.