Some soldiers even shouted in anger and fury.
"The God of Kindness I worship would never issue such a cruel, inhuman order. I will not obey it."
"Yeah! Killing those tied-up men and women is one thing, but killing even the elderly and children—I can't bear it, and I can't do such a thing."
"The Pantheon of Myriad Gods' Lord of Gods should be someone filled with benevolence and love. Only then can he win the recognition of more people and the devotion of more citizens. Given enough time to guide these people, they will still submit to the Pantheon of Myriad Gods."
"This is truly too cruel. Look at that little girl—she knows nothing, understands nothing, and her face is full of terror. If you can bring yourself to strike her down, then you really aren't human."
"If you want me to do this, then I want to leave the army. I joined it to protect my family, not to slaughter innocents."
"Same here. I once served my god, and now that my god has become a member of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, I don't want to be a soldier anymore either. I'll go home and farm."
Hearing these voices, Zhao Fu had expected it somewhat. This was not a faction he had built single-handedly, but one formed from the merger of five factions.
There were even many citizens who did not know of his existence, merely submitting along with the gods they had originally followed. Among these people, there would certainly be opponents, people who were not so obedient to him.
In Great Qin, Zhao Fu was the supreme master of everything. So long as Zhao Fu gave an order, it would be carried out resolutely no matter what it was, without any objections or hesitation,