The capital of the San Andres Empire lay in ruins after the bombing. Corpses covered the streets, and cries of pain and screams echoed throughout the city.
King Simon stood before the palace ruins, staring blankly at the devastation before him.
Just a few hours earlier, he had been happily enjoying himself with beautiful maids inside his splendid palace. Now, in the blink of an eye, it had all disappeared.
Just then, a filthy guard crawled out from beneath the rubble. Seeing the familiar corpses around him, he broke down.
Wails and sobs were the city's defining sound.
No, they were the defining sound of every major city in the San Andres Empire.
The Yanhuang Empire's technology was centuries ahead of its time. Against the world of this era, it was an overwhelming, one-sided advantage.
The Yanhuang Empire's military officers had long been suppressed by civil officials. After two hundred years of oppression, every soldier in the empire had been simmering with resentment.
And San Andres, the first nation to be attacked—and one whose people looked completely different from their own—was undoubtedly the perfect outlet for that pent-up anger.
At a temporary command post outside the San Andres Empire's border, Li Mingfeng received confirmation that the Air Force had finished its bombing. He immediately ordered the attack.
Upon receiving the order, the troops who had been waiting outside the border for some time burst into excited laughter and launched their assault.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack of the Yanhuang Army, the San Andres border defenses held for only an instant before they were breached.
Like a vast ocean, the soldiers poured through the broken defenses and swept across the land unopposed.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
For three days, wherever the Yanhuang Army went, blood flowed like a river. Even the sky seemed to have been stained red.
Meanwhile, high above the battlefield,
Angel Yan watched the soldiers below. Each one fought like a madman, completely heedless of death. A few even nearly came to blows over who got to claim a kill.
And after killing an enemy, they cut off one of his ears. If they didn't have time, they hung the whole head from the specially designed hooks at their waists.
By the end of a battle, the soldiers were stained with blood from head to toe.
The sight made her frown. "A Zhui, the soldiers under your little man have a tremendous amount of bloodlust. They're all born killers.
"No, actually, your little man is the source of it all.
"If he hadn't come up with this system of awarding noble titles for military merit, these soldiers wouldn't be doing this.
"But at least they can only exchange their merits for the heads of enemy soldiers. Otherwise, I think they'd slaughter everyone on Blue Star just to earn military merit."
Hearing this, A Zhui watched the soldiers slaughtering their enemies below and nodded.
After thousands of years, the two of them had witnessed far too many wars within civilizations like this. They were long accustomed to them.
After all, war was unavoidable when a civilization sought unification.
Of course, when they witnessed massacres like this, they generally wouldn't interfere with a civilization's development unless the killing was so inhumane that it spared neither women nor children.
One month later, in the capital of the San Andres Empire,
Feng Ye cut off King Simon's head with a single stroke of his sword. This marked the end of the San Andres Empire.
Grabbing Simon's head, Feng Ye didn't even mind the filth and hung it from his waist. This was the enemy king. He had to bring back the whole head—otherwise, if he returned with only an ear, who would believe he had killed Simon?
On the battlefield, when someone killed an important enemy, they usually brought back the whole head. There was no need to be so particular with ordinary soldiers.
Just then, his teammates entered the room, their long swords stained with blood. Seeing King Simon's corpse at Feng Ye's feet, one of them asked, "Brother Feng, what's got you so happy?"
"Haha, Xiaoyu, take a look. Do you know who this is? It's the King of this country, Simon. I was lucky. Who would've thought this guy was hiding here?"
At that, everyone turned to look and realized it really was Simon, the man they'd been searching for so long without finding.
"Congratulations, Brother Feng."
When they learned that Feng Ye had killed Simon, envy showed on all their faces. There was no helping it—this was a big catch.
Seeing their envious expressions, Feng Ye grinned, unable to suppress his excitement.
After all, as a low-ranking foot soldier, this one achievement could send him soaring.
War was a great place to distinguish oneself. He hadn't given up everything back home and joined the army for nothing. This was the moment he'd been waiting for.
He walked out of the room. The city streets outside were now packed, but the crowds consisted entirely of the elderly, women, and children. There wasn't a single able-bodied young man.
Feng Ye frowned as he looked at them. His teammate Liu Yu asked, "Brother Feng, do you think these old people, women, and children can survive? It'll be a struggle even to find enough to eat with only them to do the work."
Feng Ye glanced at him. "That's not something we need to worry about. We're just low-ranking soldiers. Let's take care of ourselves first."
"Heh, you're right!" Liu Yu scratched his head awkwardly.
The Yanhuang Empire.
After receiving the news from the front, Ye Chen wasn't surprised. The Yanhuang Empire was practically a cheat code in this era.
He then read the plan for dealing with the elderly, women, and children in San Andres and nodded.
Half a year later,
The Inca Empire fell. Its entire royal family was wiped out, along with all its nobles.
As for the remaining people, they were all absorbed into the Yanhuang Empire and gradually assimilated.
Anyone who caused trouble during this process was to be killed without mercy.
In less than a year, the Inca Empire and the San Andres Empire had both fallen, but the two countries were treated in completely opposite ways.
In one, only the elderly, women, and children were left alive. In the other, only the royal family and nobility were wiped out. So long as the common people didn't go looking for trouble, they were barely affected.
Clearly, Ye Chen had a serious prejudice against outsiders. All one could say was that this was a common failing among the people of Huaxia.
Time passed slowly. After occupying South America, the Yanhuang Empire began consolidating the region's resources, while its expansion spread toward Africa.
Because of Africa's terrain and local conditions, many Yanhuang soldiers began suffering from acclimatization problems as soon as they entered the region.
In the end, it took the Yanhuang Empire a year to destroy every country in South Africa and occupy the entire region.
As the people of the fallen countries fled to neighboring nations—Egypt, Morocco, the Songhai Empire, the Kingdom of Congo, Ethiopia, and others—their rulers were shocked to hear that the Yanhuang Empire had occupied all of South Africa so quickly. They cried out that the wolf had come.
Based on what they knew, they couldn't imagine how those countries had been defeated so quickly.
They had heard before that war had broken out in South Africa, and that the enemy was a Yanhuang Empire they had never heard of.
At the time, they hadn't paid much attention to the Yanhuang Empire's existence. They had arrogantly assumed it was merely a small country that had recently risen to power.
After all, the African continent was full of countries of every size. Nations rose and fell all the time—it was nothing unusual.
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