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"Ashoka, summon all your royal ministers to me."
Han Xin now addressed Ashoka as if he were addressing his grandson; at this moment, in Han Xin's eyes, Ashoka was utterly vulnerable.
"Your Majesty, all my civil and military officials have long since disappeared."
"Most of the civil and military officials have been slaughtered, and the remaining ones have disappeared without a trace. Where am I supposed to find them?"
Ashoka's statement was not without reason; his dust warriors were already easily defeated, and most of them had been wiped out by his own men.
Now, expecting Ashoka to find his subordinate ministers and generals is harder than climbing to heaven. Who knows where his subordinate ministers and generals have gone at this time?
"You are known as the most powerful king in India, and the Mauryan Dynasty you founded is known as the most powerful dynasty in Indian history."
"It's unbelievable that you were so easily defeated."
"There is nothing unbelievable about Your Majesty. These men who cannot defeat me are utterly incompetent. Ultimately, it is Your Majesty's army that is so formidable."
"My troops can run rampant and act arrogantly on Indian soil, but once they leave this land, our troops are simply not enough to fight."
The Queen was right; the so-called Mauryan Dynasty was nothing more than an activity for their own amusement.
Indians are inherently incapable of warfare; for so many years, they have been bullied by foreign powers. India also claims to be one of the oldest civilizations, yet its so-called oldest civilization has been interrupted countless times.
The Indians these days are a bunch of cowards; they don't even dare to go in. I really don't know what kind of thing this Mauryan dynasty under Ashoka's rule in India really is.
In short, the Peacock Prince was utterly no match for Han Xin. Han Xin now wanted to kill everyone in the Peacock Dynasty, including King Ashoka and his men. He wanted to spare only the young and beautiful girls, men, women, and children; everyone else deserved to die.
Seeing that Ashoka was unable to summon his ministers and officials, Han Xin felt even more contempt for his abilities.
"Pass down the order." Han Xin looked at Li Cunxiao beside him, "Everyone must assemble at the palace gate in one hour. I have important matters to discuss with my men."
Li Cunxiao answered with his hands clasped in respect.
An hour later, the tens of thousands of people led by Han Xin gathered at the gate of the palace. These people had never seen the palace before, and they did not expect that the palace had 99 steps.
The towering and majestic palace left everyone present in awe.
"Listen up, everyone!" Han Xin shouted at the people in front of him. Everyone stood there respectfully, and the scene was completely silent; not even a cough could be heard.
Tens of thousands of men stood in neat rows, their muskets and gleaming sabers gleaming in the backlight. Ashoka and his troops were a sight to behold. The palace maids were utterly astonished. Only then did Ashoka realize that Han Xin's army was like a divine force.
No matter how much power Ashoka lost, no matter how many troops he mobilized, they were no match for Li Cunxiao.
In the blink of an eye, Li Cunxiao wiped them out completely. Everyone present trembled with fear upon seeing this formidable force.
Ashoka immediately knelt down, and the other palace maids followed suit.
They were all trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe loudly.
"Most of the people in the city were the garrison troops, and the civilians were all killed by them."
“These Indians are so cruel to their people. You should act on behalf of Heaven and kill all the soldiers in the city, and take all the loot they have taken. You must remember this.”
Everyone nodded upon hearing the live broadcast. Han Xin's order was for them to kill everyone.
"Remember, everything in the city belongs to you. Whatever you take is yours. Except for the pretty girls, you can keep them as your wives. Kill everyone else without mercy. There's no need to keep them alive."
When everyone heard Han Xin issue this order, they were overjoyed. Everyone wanted to kill these dark-skinned Indians, who were simply too disgusting.
“Great! All these things in the city are ours, and all the gold and silver treasures in the city are also ours. Apart from the mountains of gold and silver in the palace and the gold and silver treasures left to our lord, everything else is ours.”
"These Indian men are disgusting, but their women are all very beautiful."
“We’re not just taking their people, we’re taking their women, we’re taking their houses and land.”
The Indian people are incredibly lazy, but this place is a blessed land. It's all plains and the soil is fertile, so planting crops here will surely yield a bumper harvest.
It's such a waste to leave fertile land to these useless people.
"After you've looted everything inside the city, you can go outside and loot. Listen carefully, all of you. No matter how powerful or how big your territory is, everything in that territory is yours."
Han Xin, as expected of a general, issued an order that, once it snowed heavily, ignited a surge of excitement among the people. Everyone knew that whatever they seized was theirs, and whatever woman they seized was theirs too.
Where else can you find such fertile land? As long as we kill all these Indians, they can do whatever they want.
Moreover, the land in India is very fertile, and cattle are everywhere.
These cows just wandered freely and casually down the street.
The cows climbing the mountain were sacred to them, but to the people from the Iron Tower Dynasty, these cows were simply food and tools for farming.
In their view, they could not only seize houses and women, but also large amounts of land, so that they could settle down and take root there.
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