In the Southwest, having foreign blood in one's ancestry could bring the risk of a fatal disaster. Luo Sha had only recently come ashore, and his thoughts were simple, his manner not especially tactful. Taking advantage of Shen Tang's bringing up the Southwest foreigners, he spoke bluntly: kill every foreigner on sight.
If they weren't killed now, they would surely bite back in the future.
"...I heard the two northwestern tribes were already recruited by the Human Lord, who appointed generals from their ranks. Forgive this subordinate for overstepping, but the principle that 'those who are not of our kind must have different hearts' has held true throughout history. They submit today only because they are outmatched, not because they have truly surrendered. If anything goes wrong one day, they'll be wolves inside the house!" Luo Sha's words made it clear that he really wasn't much of a schemer.
Shen Tang valued Luo Sha and meant to support him, so she naturally didn't want him punished for speaking his mind. "There are only two ways to deal with foreigners: either wipe out their entire race, as in the Southwest, or assimilate and absorb them. After centuries of war, the population across the continent has plummeted and people's livelihoods have fallen into ruin. We're nearly at the end of our strength, and most of all, we need time to recover. If we slaughtered all the Northwestern foreigners, Kang would have to pay several times the price."
How could there have been these past few years of flourishing prosperity?
In the years since Kang was founded, as people's livelihoods recovered, birth rates across the Northwest had climbed year after year. Last year alone, there were 1.56 million more newborns, the highest figure in a century. The mortality rate among newborns and young