War Spreads

After the Holy Land Andes Empire's capital was bombed, it lay in ruins, with corpses covering the streets and wails and screams filling the entire city.

King Simon stood before the ruins of the palace, staring blankly at the devastation before him.

Just a few hours earlier, he had still been indulging himself with beautiful maids inside the grand, lavish palace. In the blink of an eye, everything had vanished.

At that moment, a filthy guard crawled out from the ruins. Looking at the familiar corpses around him, he broke down completely.

Wails and sobs became the city's main refrain.

No—it would be more accurate to say they became the refrain of every major city in the Holy Land Andes Empire.

The Yanhuang Empire's technology was centuries ahead of this era. Against the technology of this age, it was a Dimensional Strike.

In particular, the military officers of the Yanhuang Empire had been suppressed by the civil officials for years. Two hundred years of suppression had left every soldier in the empire harboring pent-up fury.

And as the first target of the attack, with appearances completely different from theirs, the Holy Land Andes Empire was undoubtedly the perfect outlet for that fury.

At a temporary command post outside the borders of the Holy Land Andes Empire, Li Mingfeng received confirmation that the air force had completed its bombardment and immediately ordered the attack.

After receiving the order, the various units that had been waiting outside the border for a long time burst into excited laughter and launched their assault.

Faced with the sudden attack of the ferocious Yanhuang army, the Holy Land Andes Empire's border held for only an instant before its defensive line was breached.

Like an endless ocean, the soldiers poured through the broken defenses and advanced as if no one stood in their way.

Time passed, and three days vanished in the blink of an eye.

In those three days, wherever the Yanhuang army passed, blood flowed like rivers. Even the sky seemed to be dyed red.

Meanwhile, above the battlefield.

Angel Yan looked down at the soldiers. Every one of them was fighting like a madman, completely fearless of death. Several soldiers had even nearly come to blows while competing to claim kills.

Moreover, after killing their enemies, they would cut off one of the enemy's ears. Those who had no time to cut them off would hang them from specially designed hooks on their belts.

As a result, by the end of every battle, the soldiers were stained red with blood from head to toe.

The sight made her frown deeply. "A-Zhui, the soldiers under your little man are filled with an enormous amount of bloodlust. Every one of them is a born killer.

"No, I should say that your little man is the source of all these killers.

"If he hadn't designed this so-called system of awarding titles based on military merit, these soldiers wouldn't be acting this way.

"Fortunately, these merits can only be exchanged for the heads of enemy soldiers. Otherwise, I suspect these soldiers would slaughter everyone on Earth just to earn military merit."

Hearing this, A-Zhui looked at the soldiers below, who were slaughtering their way through the battlefield, and nodded.

After thousands of years of experience, the two of them had witnessed far too many internal wars between civilizations. They had long since grown accustomed to them.

After all, war was unavoidable if a civilization wanted to unify itself.

Of course, whenever they saw massacres like this, so long as they were not the sort of slaughter that extinguished all humanity and spared neither women nor children, they generally would not interfere with that civilization's development.

One month later, in the capital of the Holy Land Andes Empire.

Feng Ye beheaded King Simon of the Holy Land Andes Empire with a single slash of his sword. This also marked the complete end of the Holy Land Andes Empire.

Grabbing Simon's head, Feng Ye did not care about the filth and hung it directly from his waist. This was the enemy king's head, so he had to bring the entire head back. Otherwise, if he only brought back an ear, who would know that he had killed Simon?

On the battlefield, whenever someone killed an important enemy figure, they generally brought back the entire head. As for ordinary soldiers, there was no need to be so particular.

At that moment, his teammates entered the room from outside with bloodstained swords in their hands. Seeing King Simon's corpse beneath Feng Ye's feet, one of them asked, "Brother Feng, what happened? Why are you so happy?"

"Haha, Xiao Yu, look who this is. This is Simon, the king of this country. I was lucky—who would have thought this guy would be hiding here?"

Hearing this, everyone immediately looked over and discovered that it really was Simon, whom they had searched for so long without finding.

"Congratulations, Brother Feng."

After learning that Feng Ye had killed Simon, envy appeared on all their faces. There was no helping it—this was a truly big catch.

Seeing their envy, the corners of Feng Ye's mouth split into a grin, and he could not suppress the joy in his heart.

After all, as a low-ranking foot soldier, this achievement would allow him to rise straight to the top.

War was the best place to build a career. He had not abandoned everything back home and joined the army for nothing. Wasn't this exactly the moment he had been waiting for?

He then walked out of the room. By then, the streets outside were already packed with people, but they were all the elderly, the weak, women, and children. There was not a single able-bodied young man among them.

Looking at the elderly, weak, women, and children, Feng Ye frowned. His teammate Liu Yu said beside him, "Brother Feng, do you think these old people, women, and children can survive? After all, with only their strength, even finding enough food will be a problem."

Feng Ye glanced at him. "This isn't something we should worry about. We're only low-ranking foot soldiers. We should take care of ourselves first."

"Hehe, yeah, I guess so!" Liu Yu scratched his head awkwardly.

The Yanhuang Empire.

After Ye Chen received the news from the front line, he was not surprised. In this era, the Yanhuang Empire was practically a bug.

When he saw the plan in the report for dealing with the elderly, weak, women, and children of the Holy Land Andes Empire, he nodded.

Half a year later.

The Inca Empire was destroyed. The entire imperial family was wiped out, and all the nobles were wiped out as well.

As for the remaining populace, they were all integrated into the Yanhuang Empire and gradually indoctrinated.

During this process, anyone who caused trouble was executed without exception.

In less than a year, the Inca Empire and the Holy Land Andes Empire had both been destroyed, but the two countries received completely different treatment.

In one, only the elderly, weak, women, and children remained alive after the slaughter. In the other, aside from the imperial family and nobility being wiped out, the common people suffered virtually no impact so long as they did not court death.

Clearly, Ye Chen had serious xenophobic tendencies as well. One could only say that this was a common failing among Chinese people.

As time slowly passed, after the Yanhuang Empire occupied South America, it began consolidating the local resources. At the same time, its expansion began spreading toward Africa.

Because of Africa's terrain, local environment, and other factors, many Yanhuang soldiers suffered from acclimatization problems as soon as they entered the region.

In the end, the Yanhuang Empire spent a year destroying all the countries in the South Africa region and occupying the entire area.

As the people of those destroyed nations fled to the surrounding countries—such as Egypt, Morocco, the Sanghai Empire, the Congo Kingdom, and Ethiopia—the rulers of those countries were all shocked when they heard that the Yanhuang Empire had occupied the entirety of South Africa in such a short time. They cried out that the wolf had come.

Based on their understanding, they simply could not imagine how those countries had been defeated so quickly.

It was not that they had never heard about war breaking out in South Africa. They had even heard that the enemy was an unfamiliar Yanhuang Empire.

At the time, they had not paid much attention to the existence of the Yanhuang Empire, arrogantly assuming that it was merely a small country that had recently risen to prominence.

After all, there were far too many large and small countries across the African continent. Nations rose and fell all the time—it was completely normal.