Yu Ziqing knew that, starting today, Xinyu City was no longer the younger brother of Great Zhen. It had thrown itself into the embrace of Great Li.
He watched the Western Desolation Army enter the city. Their discipline was strict as they took over the defenses and began purging unstable elements within the city. Fugitives and heretics who had gone unchecked in the past were all dragged out, their crimes announced before the public, and beheaded in the streets.
The executioners were all brought by Great Li, and they used Divine Dynasty artifacts as well.
With one stroke, body and soul were annihilated on the spot. There was no chance of turning into a ghost.
Yu Ziqing also noticed that every person they had selected was guilty of the most heinous crimes—the sort who could stir up the greatest public outrage. One only had to listen to the cheers from the execution grounds to know.
The very next day, low-ranking officials from Great Li entered the city and methodically arranged the acceptance of the refugees outside.
Huge amounts of grain, clothing, and charcoal for heating were supplied on the very same day.
Yu Ziqing watched the entire process. This was a major border city—not the capital of a province, but still a city of a rank second only to one.
From the Western Desolation Army entering the city to the subsequent arrival of various officials and transport of resources, everything was completed in perfect order. From top to bottom, they had taken complete control of a major city and gathered tens of thousands of refugees.
They had needed only three or four days.
From the soldiers at the lowest level to the unranked minor officials, everyone seemed perfectly at ease, each knowing exactly what to do.
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