"This King Zhi Zheng Zhi really lives up to his name."
Shen Tang had never liked judging people by their reputation, but the Zheng brothers were without a doubt an exception.
Zheng Qiao and Zheng Zhi were truly brothers of the same blood.
At their core, the two of them were birds of a feather.
Zheng Qiao had let his soldiers burn, kill, and plunder at will. Zheng Zhi, too, had let the beasts under his command run wild, stealing people's food, seizing their property, taking their lives, and raping their wives and daughters. The soldiers had wielded their blades to kill and behead people, all of them unarmed commoners. They had hacked away until their blades were nicked and curled, while the ravines outside the city filled with corpses and the stench of death soared to the sky.
Looking at the corpses piled high, Shen Tang's face darkened more than ever before. Killing Intent swirled around her, and she wished she could draw her sword and cut down every last culprit!
As the Rebel Army withdrew, they hadn't forgotten to set the people's homes ablaze.
Flames soared into the sky, dyeing the heavens red!
Black smoke blanketed the earth; not a chicken or dog made a sound!
Was that all?
No, it wasn't over yet!
When Shen Tang went to a meeting, she heard that even the graves of wealthy households who had been robbed had been dug up. Their bones were tossed carelessly into the wilderness, and anyone who tried to stop them was slaughtered. Though robbing graves was one way to make money during a campaign, it was rare to see people do it in broad daylight without even bothering to hide their shame.
The members of the Alliance Army were even slamming tables and cursing, spittle