226 BC, Central Plains, Xianyang.
Qin general Li Xin knelt on one knee below, holding a tray upon which rested a somewhat rotten, foul-smelling human head.
That head was none other than Crown Prince Dan of Yan's.
A few days earlier, Wang Jian and Xin Sheng had decisively defeated the Yan-Dai allied army west of the Yi River. Leading their troops straight into Ji City, the Yan capital, they had forced King Xi of Yan to retreat east and surrender Crown Prince Dan's head in exchange for his own safety.
King Zheng of Qin looked at the head and let out a cold laugh.
"Li Xin has rendered meritorious service in the campaign against Yan. He shall be rewarded!"
He gestured for the disgusting head to be taken away. What followed was naturally the rewarding of the meritorious ministers, after which new orders would be issued.
I wonder how Brother Chao is doing now.
"Hah—yah!"
Type Zero and Type One charged in and out of the foreign race settlement, slaughtering to their hearts' content.
This was an Aoyin tribe. Aoyin looked much like humans, but were far stronger, and humans were prominently listed among their favorite foods. They were an extremely dangerous foreign race.
"Their numbers really are terrifying." Ji Chao stood to the side, his expression grave.
As far as the eye could see, there were at least a thousand Aoyin, mixed among several hundred Chimèi. The earth wolves and tulou they had tamed were even more numerous beyond count.
"These foreign races have actually learned to gather together. No wonder—no wonder they need to be contained. If this group of foreign races entered the Central Plains, even just this one group would bring unthinkable consequences."
Even an ordinary Aoyin could match more than a dozen burly men in