On the hilltop, after unleashing a volley of arrows, Black Bone shouted, "Put down your weapons and crouch down! Those who surrender will not be killed!"
These Quanrong people were already easily frightened, and after a volley of arrows, they were even more terrified and trembled with fear.
Moreover, their leader, Red Mane, had already fallen after being shot by an arrow, so naturally he had no will to resist.
Everyone obediently dropped their weapons and, under the instructions of the Zhuxia soldiers, walked a short distance and squatted down.
Seeing this, Black Bone breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the strategic objective of this great battle had been achieved.
Next, the issue of population migration needs to be addressed.
These are things he doesn't need to worry about.
The issue of population migration has been entirely handed over to officials from the Ministry of Civil Affairs and the Ministry of Commerce. These officials accompanied General Drumstick on his expedition, along with the medical team and the cooks.
Over the next two days, the army, in cooperation with these officials, went to the settlements of the Baima clan and the Quanrong clan respectively.
Speak the facts, reason logically, and make corresponding commitments.
Although these tribal peoples were reluctant to leave their homeland, they also knew that they did not have many options.
They did not believe the promises of the Chinese people deep down.
Because their chieftain had also promised other tribes to treat them well.
Those tribes later disappeared.
What happened in the past is now happening to them, and they can only accept it.
Their only choice is to believe.
Maybe it's true!
As a tribal person who struggles to make ends meet every day.
If you have food to eat, if you can live, who would want to die?
Everyone packed their belongings, and all livestock were registered by the Ministry of Revenue and driven away by the army.
Some items that they couldn't take on their own, but which the Ministry of Commerce deemed valuable, were purchased by the Ministry of Commerce using bonds.
At dawn, the migrating procession, like a long snake whose beginning and end could not be seen, moved eastward.
As the sun set, everyone saw a city.
Soldiers were cheering.
"We're back in Chaoge City!"
Chaoge!
All the tribes of the Baima and Quanrong clans remembered this name.
Looking at this magnificent building, so different from those of their tribe, they felt a sense of awe.
The name that the soldiers from the various states of China mentioned most often along the way was Wuhou!
Whenever this name is mentioned, a look of reverence naturally appears on their faces.
They rarely saw such an expression.
They never truly revered their chieftain, because he always took the best for himself and demanded that everyone be grateful for his kindness.
They never truly revered the tribal shaman, because the spirits the shaman spoke of never actually sent down divine light; their brothers and sisters either died from illness after being bitten by wild animals or from hardship.
Now, they saw the light in the eyes of those Zhuxia soldiers, and that light was so intense!
Suddenly, they were filled with anticipation for the great shaman of the Zhuxia tribe.
What kind of person is he?
They entered Chaoge City!
I saw the road, so smooth that there wasn't a speck of yellow soil.
I saw those neat and tidy houses.
I saw a child bouncing around with a windmill.
I saw rows of neatly dressed people, their faces radiant.
Hou Wenjie continued to adopt the same policies towards these ordinary people who would become members of the Zhuxia ethnic group.
Make sure every family has a house to live in.
However, Hou Wenjie still adopted the original policy towards these soldiers.
Labor reform, grievance-telling meetings.
These soldiers now number over a thousand, exceeding the original number of the Xia people.
It would be unsuitable to simply break up and reorganize the structures as Ji Shui did back then.
Moreover, the attitude of the great shaman Wu Xian of the Jishui clan was indeed good at the beginning, and he did not do evil. Later, he also genuinely did a lot for the Chinese people.
Both the leaders and high priests of the Baima and Quanrong clans were pleasure-seeking, selfish, and cunning.
They plundered the people, keeping all the good things for themselves.
They maintained a high-pressure rule internally.
The only reason they were able to maintain this dominant position was because they were equally cruel to the surrounding tribes.
Guigu, the leader of the Baima clan, slaughtered all the old and weak from the rest of the tribes and enslaved all the men, making them build houses, gather food, and herd livestock.
If he was even slightly dissatisfied, he would swing his stone axe and chop off a slave's head.
His cruelty outraged Hou Wenjie.
Hou Wenjie would naturally show no mercy to such an inhuman beast.
At the execution ground set up in the East Market.
After Hou Wenjie sent people to carefully question the Bai Ma clan and Quan Rong clan members, a total of twenty-eight vicious people were found, and almost all the members of the tribe wished for their deaths.
These people were all naturally taken to the execution ground.
In addition to these twenty-eight people, there were also Guigu, the chief of the Baima clan, Wusong, the great shaman, and Wuxian, the great shaman of the Quanrong clan.
The execution ground was surrounded by people.
Many of the people in both tribes, whose hearts had been numb, were filled with pleasure.
Seeing these once-ruthless villains brought to justice, and witnessing their wretched state, many people realized that even these people were so cowardly in the face of death.
At the command of the head of the Ministry of Justice, the executioner raised his long sword.
Then came the heavy blow.
Twenty-eight heads fell to the ground, blood began to spray, and their pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end.
However, the deaths of the three, including Kibone, were not so easy.
These three were chosen by the Witch Lord to be executed by dismemberment.
The executioners were three members of the Zhuxia tribe who had studied the Medical Canon.
The medical school's underground ice storage also contains samples of some of the most vicious people from various tribes.
Those were the results of their dissections.
The three doctors were naturally already aware of what the three men had done.
In their eyes, the three people before them deserved to die.
Naturally, there was no burden on my heart when I executed them.
The long sword slashed wounds on the three prisoners.
They continued to wail and scream, but the long sword did not stop.
No one in either tribe sympathized with these three people.
Their most loyal subordinates are all dead.
The rest of the people just want to live well and don't want to risk their lives for a stranger.
Following this public execution, the Baima and Quanrong tribes' sense of identity with the Xia people began to surge.
Who hasn't thought of brutally killing those who oppressed them and made it impossible for them to live?
Everyone has dreamt about it.
In reality, they still live the most humble lives.
Like withered grass by the roadside, after the rain, it can only be soaked in mud and water, and when someone passes by, it will be trampled on again.
Then they struggle to save themselves, but can only struggle and die painfully.
Their roots, however, remain deeply buried in the soil; they are their descendants. They hope that their descendants can survive the cold winter and sprout green shoots again in the spring.
What a simple wish!
However, many roots did not survive the winter.
Now, in this long night, a beam of light suddenly shines in.
The light was so blinding that it brought tears to their eyes.
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