Qin swept across the five states, casting its tiger's gaze over the realm.
This caused everything within the Nine Provinces to cower and tremble beneath the might of the Great Qin.
Sweeping away the six states was already a foregone conclusion.
The remnants of the Yan State were merely making a dying struggle.
The only reason the Yan State had yet to perish was because its main forces, its nobles, its monarch, its commoners, and the rest had-whether voluntarily or by coercion-all relocated to Liaodong outside the Nine Provinces.
That bitter, frigid land of ice and snow was more desolate than the North Sea.
If the Qin Army wished to march far to Liaodong and attack the Yan State, they still had to make ample preparations.
Otherwise, they might suffer from the local climate.
It did not matter whether the Yan Army died or not, but the lives of every single veteran Qin soldier were precious.
Naturally, they could not plunge blindly in without preparation and sacrifice themselves in vain.
With the five states destroyed and the Yan State fleeing to Liaodong, there was no longer a single state in the Nine Provinces and the realm capable of contending with the Great Qin.
The remaining upper feudal states, lower feudal states, and tiny slug-pellet states were simply not worth the Great Qin dispatching troops to conquer.
Decrees summoning surrender were issued one after another from Xianyang.
They were sent to all the feudal lords across the land of the Nine Provinces.
If they knew what was good for them and surrendered proactively, they could avoid a clash of arms and subdue the enemy without fighting-this was the supreme stratagem in military tactics.
Qin swept the Six Realms and swallowed the Eight Desolates, with everything happening in an extremely short