South Korea.

The wicked man wiped the blood from his face and said with a grin, "Brothers, I am very satisfied with the speed at which this city was breached today. You can divide 30% of the wealth in the city among yourselves."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately cheered with joy.

This trip was really profitable. In just half a month, I conquered three cities in South Korea, including Daesung, and made a fortune.

He earned military merits, returned home to be promoted and ennobled, and made a lot of money.

Following the general is truly exhilarating!

"Alright, spread out and take as much as you can!"

As soon as the wicked man finished speaking, the soldiers scattered and rushed into the homes of wealthy families in the city to ransack their homes.

Looking at the soldiers' figures, Chun Ning hesitated and said, "Brother, if we do this, we'll inevitably be impeached when we get back."

Without turning his head, the wicked man stared directly at the excited soldiers. "We are all Chinese, but we have different stances. I, the wicked man, will not do things that are based on unfounded accusations of kindness and cruelty to our own brothers."

“If this Han state were to be incorporated into the territory of my Qin state, then I would naturally not have issued such a military order.”

Well, that's just like this guy's usual style!

Chun Ning shook her head with a wry smile, not wanting to discuss the matter further, and instead asked, "Brother, are all the artisans in the city being taken away like before?"

The wicked man nodded and said, "Go, and don't forget anyone."

Chun Ning and Er Niu immediately nodded in agreement and turned to search for the craftsman.

Although Ying Zheng used the excuse of letting him get some fresh air, he didn't actually let him find someone to fight and vent his anger.

Ying Zheng knew his character; he would never do a losing deal. Yet, he didn't give him a large army, only allowing the movement of the Black Dragon Armored Army. Wasn't this a kind of hint?

They either bring back money or they bring back people; that's all they mean.

He hadn't understood it before, but thanks to Chun Ning's suggestion, he finally grasped Ying Zheng's meaning.

That's why he ordered the extortion of money and artisans.

As for how South Korea views this, that's for Ying Zheng to handle.

With nothing to do, the wicked man dismounted his warhorse and strolled through the city streets. The once bustling streets were now in a mess, with various goods scattered everywhere.

"We are all born of the same root, why are you so eager to harm each other!"

Suddenly struck by a thought, the wicked man couldn't help but mutter to himself, then revealed a self-deprecating smile, "Unknowingly, I've become a blood-stained executioner, a fanatic who identifies himself as a Qin person."

He stood in front of the stall and shouted, "People inside, come out quickly and make me a pancake!"

His frenzied slaughter, which he had just led the charge, had exhausted a lot of his energy, and now his stomach was empty, making him feel quite uncomfortable.

"If you don't come out soon, I might take action myself!"

Seeing no movement from the house behind the stall, the wicked man's voice suddenly turned cold, and he began to threaten in a sinister tone.

Whispers rang out, accompanied by a clanging sound, as the wooden door was opened, revealing a dozen or so South Korean civilians hiding inside, all staring at the wicked husband with terrified expressions.

"Since the general is hungry, we will make pancakes for you ourselves, as long as you don't mind."

A strong voice came from inside the courtyard, and a man dressed in coarse cloth shorts strode out.

The wicked man glanced at him from head to toe, then casually picked up a wooden bucket scattered on the ground, sat down, and gestured for the man to begin.

The man showed no fear and began to work in front of the wicked husband, though his skills seemed a bit rusty, causing him to become somewhat flustered.

The wicked man calmly watched the busy man, a meaningful glint flashing in his eyes.

Not long after, a strangely shaped pancake was presented to the wicked husband. It was not only pitted and uneven, but also had several parts that were not fully cooked.

He didn't mind at all, and reached out to take it and started tearing into it.

"Your skills are lacking. Blacksmithing and pancake making are two completely different techniques." The wicked husband didn't even look up, uttering a sentence that shocked the man.

"Why do you say that, General? It's just that I was deterred by your imposing manner, so the branding wasn't done very well..." the man replied calmly.

The wicked man didn't continue the conversation, focusing on tearing at the pancake in his hand, without showing the slightest disgust.

This piqued the man's curiosity, and he actually said, "Everyone says that the Qin state is cruel, and the general is even comparable to Lord Wu'an Bai Qi, yet he was able to swallow this pancake?"

Upon hearing this, the wicked husband immediately raised his head and laughed, "You know me?"

"In Qin there was a young butcher named Evil Man, who possessed the strength to lift a tripod and uproot a mountain. He helped King Zheng of Qin to assume personal rule and seize power, defeat Lü Buwei, and execute Lao Ai and Queen Dowager Zhao Ji."

"His elite Black Dragon Armored Army is invincible in the world, and winning with fewer troops is as common as eating rice."

The man smiled and recounted all the misdeeds of his wicked husband as if they were his own treasures.

The wicked man quickly stuffed the remaining flatbread into his mouth and swallowed it. "Not bad, not bad. What is a dignified member of the Mo family doing holed up in this small town?"

The man before me was muscular and tall, with a straight and upright posture. He looked to be no more than twenty years old, yet he showed no fear in front of me. Such demeanor was definitely not that of an ordinary blacksmith.

Due to his limited knowledge, he only knew about the Mohist school, so he used this to try and get information out of the Han man.

To my surprise, his fart actually hit the mark.

The man before him was indeed from the Mohist school. He exclaimed in surprise, "General, you can actually tell my background?"

The wicked man's lips twitched, and he said in a pretentious tone, "You underestimate me so much?"

The man clasped his hands in a salute and said, "General, please don't overthink it. I am just an unknown person, and I am quite surprised that you could see through me at a glance."

The moment he clasped his hands in greeting, the sharp-eyed villain noticed the calluses on his palms and knuckles, and immediately felt an urge to recruit him.

"The Mohists are renowned throughout the world for their craftsmanship. Why are you, at such a young age, holed up in this small border town of Korea?" The wicked man kicked another wooden bucket next to him to the man's feet, gesturing for him to sit down.

The man set out the buckets and sat down directly opposite the wicked husband, saying with a wry smile, "General, don't mention it. I didn't want to stay here either, but I was kicked out."

"oh?"

The wicked husband retorted, "Tell me in detail."

The man didn't hide anything and immediately told the wicked husband the whole story.

The man's name was Zizhen. He was a disciple of a branch of the Mohist school in Korea. He was expelled from the school due to jealousy and slander from his fellow disciples. He could only stay in this small border town in Korea, making a living by doing odd jobs.

suddenly.

The wicked husband suddenly said, "Since you're so frustrated, come with me, General."

After saying this, he got up and walked into the city without waiting for Zizhen's reply.

Zizhen's expression kept changing upon hearing this. Only when the wicked husband's figure was about to disappear at the end of the street did he make a decision, get up, and quickly chase after the wicked husband.

"General, wait for me! I'll go with you!"

The wicked man revealed a knowing smile, and then slowed his pace slightly.

"Come with me, you will definitely not regret it."

"Just don't kill the villains."

"Ha ha ha ha....."

The hearty laughter gradually subsided as the two figures disappeared from sight.

What a wicked man! He's acquired yet another talented individual!