Wei Zhe did not look back at that personal guard.
His gaze fell upon those three thousand fervent pairs of eyes below.
"Sun He, Qian Hu."
"At the commander's orders!"
The two men stepped forward and knelt on one knee.
"Relay my military command." Wei Zhe's voice was not loud, yet it carried an irresistible majesty.
"The entire army shall enter the city and take over defense duties. Confiscate the surrendered soldiers' weapons and detain them in separate quarters."
"Anyone who takes advantage of the chaos to commit crimes, whether Qin or Han, will be executed immediately!"
"Anyone who dares plunder civilian wealth or harass women will have their heads severed and displayed to the public!"
He paused, his voice turning cold.
"No one touches the military discipline of my Po Jun Camp, and anyone who does dies. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Sun He and Qian Hu roared in unison.
Wei Zhe nodded, then turned around to look at Meng Tian's personal guard who had been waiting for a long time.
"Lead the way."
"General Wei, please."
The guard did not dare to be negligent, leading a war horse while walking ahead to guide the way, his posture exceptionally humble.
Passing through the long street full of accumulated water, the air still retained a faint scent mixed with blood and mud.
The doors of the houses on both sides of the street were tightly shut. Occasionally, a few pairs of terrified eyes peered out from the door cracks, and the moment they met Wei Zhe's gaze, they instantly shrank back like frightened rabbits.
Meng Tian's Commander's Tent was set up in the original residence of the Yangcheng garrison commander.
At the entrance of the residence, two rows of personal guards clad in silver armor stood with hands on their swords,