"Hang them all up!"
Inside Cherno, Qian Ningshuang looked at the utterly dead corpses and, with slight disgust, ordered someone to carry out the work they had been doing for the past month—hanging the vermin's bodies from the city walls, or any high place they could find.
Douluo did not have streetlights yet, so the city walls and high places would have to do. This was a time-honored craft; it could not be forgotten.
Guda, clad in armor and following behind Qian Ningshuang, waved a hand upon hearing her order. Immediately, people happily came forward and dragged away the corpses of those great lords.
A month ago, after settling the refugees from Lahe City, Qian Ningshuang realized she probably could not just slip away. Lahe City had plenty of food, but how long could it feed all these refugees?
Let the refugees farm for themselves? The planting season had already passed. If she simply left, sooner or later, a large number of them would still starve to death.
But why did she have to leave? Since she had already started an uprising in Lahe City, she might as well make it bigger. Qian Ningshuang decisively gathered Lahe City's resources and led her people to seize food and territory from the surrounding cities.
If there were Spirit Masters, she, Tian Yao, and the others would handle them themselves. If it took too much effort, they would call Di Tian. Any trouble could be dealt with properly.
As for why she did not call Qian Chongling, the old man had fallen into an existential crisis after hearing several stories from Qian Ningshuang. It would not do to trouble him.
After taking territory, they moved on to their traditional specialty: slaughtering nobles and rich men. Anyone with a record of wrongdoing was killed!