One month later, at the Grand Commandant's residence in Xianyang.
The wicked man is listening to reports from various generals.
"Reporting to the Grand Commandant," Meng Tian stepped forward and said, "The Dian Kingdom has been completely annihilated. Over 600,000 soldiers and civilians were killed, and all cities and tribes were razed to the ground. There is no trace of a Dian person left on that land!"
"Continue," the wicked husband gestured.
"In the Battle of Yelang, over 400,000 people were killed," Wang Li continued. "All the cities were burned down, and the fields were plowed. From this day forward, the name Yelang will be forever forgotten!"
"Very good!" The wicked husband nodded in satisfaction. "How's Zhang Erhe doing?"
"Reporting to the Grand Commandant," the lieutenant reported, "General Zhang is currently clearing out the last few small tribes. However, news has arrived that he has annihilated over 20,000 enemy troops. It's believed that the southwest will be completely pacified soon!"
The wicked man stood up and walked to the huge map on the wall.
The territories of the southwestern kingdoms are now densely covered with small black flags that signify "pacification." Each flag represents the complete disappearance of a tribe or ethnic group.
"Pass down the order," he said in a deep voice, "build ten mounds of skulls along the shores of Dianchi Lake, and six more in the former territory of Yelang. Use these barbarian heads to create this spectacle, so that future generations will forever remember the consequences of betraying the Great Qin!"
"Furthermore..." he continued, "I ordered the Mohist craftsmen to immediately produce a stone tablet. The inscription should read: 'This land was originally the territory of the Dian Kingdom and Yelang, but they were executed for treason. Qin law states: Anyone of foreign descent who sets foot on this land will be punished the same way!'"
"Your humble servant obeys!"
Just then, another scout reported: "Grand Commandant, General Zhang has brought news of victory. The last three tribes have been wiped out, with over 15,000 people killed. The southwest region has been completely pacified!"
The wicked man nodded in satisfaction: "Send the order to summon all generals back to court. It's time to report back to His Majesty!"
Three days later, at the Epang Palace.
The wicked man led his generals to meet the First Emperor and report on the results of the southwestern campaign.
"Your Majesty," he said, bowing, "I was ordered to conquer the southwest, and now I have achieved great success. The Dian Kingdom, Yelang, and all the tribes have been annihilated, with a total of over a million enemies killed. From this day forward, this land will forever belong to Great Qin!"
"Excellent!" The First Emperor was overjoyed. "My dear minister, you have lived up to my expectations. This campaign in the southwest has been a resounding victory! Bring forth a banquet! I wish to welcome this valiant army back with a feast!"
That night, the Epang Palace was brightly lit.
Civil and military officials clinked glasses in celebration of this great victory. The fall of the southwestern states meant that the iron hooves of Qin had trampled every corner of this land!
After several rounds of drinks, the First Emperor personally toasted the wicked husband: "My dear minister, your southern campaign has been a great achievement. Now, all the foreign tribes in the land have been eliminated. I am deeply gratified!"
"Your Majesty, I dare not claim credit," the wicked man said respectfully. "It is all thanks to Your Majesty's wisdom that we have achieved this. However..."
"Oh? What other insights do you have, my dear minister?"
"Your Majesty," the wicked man said solemnly, "to the north lie the lands of Goryeo, Sushen, and Fuyu, and to the south the kingdoms of Dian and Yelang. These places all require strengthened governance. I believe that officials should be selected from Guanzhong to govern them."
"Furthermore..." he continued, "the Qin system must be implemented in these places, and the language and script of our Great Qin must be promoted. Let these lands never again hear a single word of a foreign language!"
"Excellent!" The First Emperor was overjoyed. "Your words are absolutely right. Issue my decree to immediately select officials and send them to these places. We must ensure that these new territories forever belong to my Great Qin!"
The order was swiftly relayed. Batches of officials were selected and dispatched to various frontier regions. There, they would implement the Qin system and thoroughly transform these lands that had once belonged to a foreign tribe.
That night, the wicked man stood alone outside the palace, gazing into the four directions.
The Goryeo, Sushen, and Buyeo kingdoms in the north, and the Dian and Yelang kingdoms in the south, have all been wiped out by his iron-fisted conquests. These foreign tribes that once threatened the Qin Dynasty have now vanished forever into the annals of history.
"Give the order to the entire army," he suddenly spoke, "pack your belongings and prepare to return to defend the territory. The foreign tribes on this land have vanished forever!"
This is the inevitable path for the rise of an empire—establishing authority through iron and blood, sacrificing lives, and making all other races wait for their demise in fear!
As night deepened, the Epang Palace remained brightly lit.
The whole nation celebrates this great victory.
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