As night fell, a grand victory celebration banquet was held in the camp.
Amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, the wicked man walked out of the main tent alone and gazed westward.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars twinkle. This land, once belonging to a foreign tribe, has now become the territory of the Great Qin Dynasty forever.
And this is just the beginning!
"Give the order to the entire army," he suddenly spoke. "Tomorrow we will break camp and continue westward! This Grand Commandant wants to see where the end of this grassland lies!"
This is the destiny of an empire—forever moving forward, never stopping!
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the camp.
"Grand Commandant!" A scout galloped up, "Three hundred li to the northwest, a remnant of a foreign tribe has been discovered. They appear to be Xiongnu who fled from the far north, numbering approximately five thousand..."
"What?!" Meng Tian jumped to his feet. "These beasts actually dare to come back!"
The wicked man sneered, "Excellent! I was just lamenting that this grand ceremony of sealing the wolf's lair was missing something. Since they've delivered themselves to our doorstep, let the blood of these foreign tribes add another stroke to the majesty of my Great Qin!"
"Order the entire army to prepare for attack!"
Immediately, horns sounded throughout the camp.
Two hundred thousand soldiers arrayed themselves once more, their blades gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Their blades still carried the warmth of the day's battle, and now a new slaughter was about to begin.
"Do you know why these foreign tribes are so persistent in their desire to return?" the wicked man said, standing on his horse at the front of the battle lines.
The generals stood in solemn silence.
"Because this grassland was their ancestral nomadic land," the wicked man continued, "but now, they have forever lost their right to this land!"
He raised his longsword, pointing it into the distance: "Tonight, let these ignorant fools serve as the final sacrifice for our grand ceremony of sealing the wolf's lair!"
"kill!"
At the wicked man's command, countless cavalry surged forth like a tidal wave. They galloped under the moonlight, their hooves thundering across the entire grassland.
The remnants of the alien tribe had clearly sensed the danger. They tried desperately to escape, but they were no match for the Qin army's pursuit.
"Release the arrows!"
The dense rain of arrows gleamed coldly in the moonlight. Thousands of arrows fired simultaneously, instantly engulfing the alien race in front of them.
Amidst piercing screams, countless men were shot from their horses. Those who tried to resist were riddled with arrows. Those who tried to surrender were hacked to death.
Many more were trampled into mincemeat by horses' hooves in the chaos, without even having time to cry out.
The blood quickly stained the grass, shimmering eerily in the moonlight.
"Take a headcount!"
"Reporting to the Grand Commandant, in this battle, over 5,300 barbarian soldiers were killed, not a single one was spared!"
The wicked man nodded in satisfaction: "Send down the order to cut off all these people's heads. This Grand Commandant will leave them forever at the foot of Yinshan Mountain!"
By the next morning, the altar had been piled up even higher.
It was a new layer built with fresh heads, further demonstrating the empire's majesty. The wicked man stood before the altar, watching this magnificent scene.
"Give the order to the entire army," he suddenly commanded, "build me a mound of skulls at the foot of Yinshan Mountain!"
The generals were taken aback: "Does the Grand Commandant mean...?"
"Excellent!" The wicked man turned to the crowd. "I will use the heads of foreign tribes to build a hundred-zhang-high mound of skulls. Let every tribe on this grassland remember the consequences of betraying the Great Qin!"
He continued, "Not only should we build a mound of skulls, but we should also establish a military garrison here. I, the Grand Commandant, intend for this main peak of Yinshan to become the first line of defense for our Great Qin in deterring the northern frontier!"
Having said that, he pointed westward: "From this day forward, our iron cavalry will continue to advance westward. We will make the entire grassland our Great Qin's pasture!"
The generals responded with a resounding roar.
They knew that today's sealing of the Wolf-Dwelling Mountain was not the end, but a new beginning. The iron hooves of Qin would forever advance, until the very ends of this land!
One month later, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The towering mound of skulls, hundreds of feet high, was already taking shape. Countless heads of alien races were stacked on top of each other, reflecting a ghastly white light in the sunlight.
This is the majesty of the empire—using the blood and heads of foreign tribes to proclaim the rule of the Great Qin to the world!
The wicked man stood in front of the mound of corpses, looking up at the sky.
He knew that this battle would change history.
From then on, there was no trace of foreign races on this land.
All that remained was the majesty of the Qin Dynasty and its relentless iron hooves!
"Order the entire army," he suddenly said. "Tomorrow we will break camp and head west! This Grand Commandant wants to see just how vast this grassland truly is."
This is the destiny of the Qin Dynasty—to wage war forever, never to stop!
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