As Zhao Gao's voice fell, the great hall of Zhangtai Palace once again sank into dead silence. A needle could have been heard dropping; even the crackle of the candle flames was distinctly audible.
Every civil and military official stood frozen in place, dumbfounded, their faces written with disbelief. Quite a few unconsciously opened their mouths wide, yet not a sound came out.
Lord Wuwei had actually flattened Yan so quickly?
Not only that, he had swept through the entire Donghu in one stroke, bringing the Donghu's thousand-li territory and tens of thousands of herdsmen into Great Qin's domain. He had even drafted an exquisite strategy for governing the lands beyond the frontier in advance.
More remarkably, that strategy had already been put into effect—and was showing results?
This chain of accomplishments was simply too inconceivable, like something out of legend, exceeding the expectations of everyone present. Even veteran ministers long accustomed to the storms of court could not help but tremble inwardly.
Setting aside that incomparably ingenious policy, which balanced pacification with assimilation, this earth-shaking military record alone was enough to shock all of Zhangtai Palace.
The Blood-Clad Army had ranged across thousands of li, hacking through thorns and brambles, fighting blood-soaked battles all the way. With only thirty thousand men, they had annihilated one hundred and fifty thousand fierce Donghu Wolf Riders outside Pinggang City. Such a victory of the few over the many was exceedingly rare even in Great Qin's history.
Even more astonishingly, after their great victory, the Blood-Clad Army had not paused for the slightest rest. They immediately turned their troops upon Pinggang's inner city, slaughtering the Yan Army until they cast aside their helmets and armor, their ranks collapsing into utter disarray.
Even the defending general had completely lost the will to resist, taking