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On the third day after the Jin Kingdom's army reached the prefectural capital of Luzhou.
Qin Jingyuan also gathered the hundred and fifty thousand troops from his fiefs in two prefectures and set out alongside the Jin Kingdom's forces.
The Jin Kingdom marched under the banner of "The ruler of Qin is a benighted tyrant, the First Prince is incompetent, and the Second Prince ought to uphold Qin's realm."
In truth, everyone knew these claims were bullshit. They had merely dressed that bullshit in grand, respectable language.
A benighted tyrant?
An incompetent First Prince?
It was all a wolf's ravenous ambition, all for the imperial throne that stood high above everyone else in Qin!
The army passed through Luzhou and reached Jinzhou.
Jinzhou was also Qin Jingyuan's fief, and he had replaced most of its commanders.
The current city lords were either mediocre nobodies or trusted retainers the Second Prince had cultivated over the years.
When these commanders saw a million troops at their gates, particularly with the Second Prince calling on them to surrender, they capitulated with almost no hesitation.
Of course.
Qin prized martial prowess. With its national strength flourishing day by day, most of its people took pride in their country.
Thus, some wastrels who had spent their days frequenting brothels and living off their ancestors' legacy proved surprisingly resolute when faced with this fundamental question of right and wrong. Some even stood atop their walls and hurled abuse at the Jin Kingdom and Qin Jingyuan.
That was entirely beyond Qin Jingyuan's expectations.
But what did it matter?
These defending commanders lacked sufficient troops, and their cities soon fell.
Naturally, some of these commanders died, while others fled.
The sieges went so smoothly that all of Jinzhou soon fell, and the Jin Kingdom's army began to