"Kill them without mercy!"
Xia Song said it casually. He even wrote Lin Feng a letter in his own hand and stamped it with his official seal to put his mind at ease.
Lin Feng put away the envelope, turned, and left.
To anyone who understood how things worked, this handwritten letter was a hot potato.
It certainly served as official backing. If he did well, nothing would happen. But if he did poorly and the letter fell into those people's hands, then even his position in the imperial guard would not save him if he sparked a popular uprising.
He did not come from a military family. They could demote and exile him whenever they wished. Yet Xia Song had dared to give him this.
That showed Xia Song thought highly of both his martial prowess and his intelligence.
After all, this handwritten letter posed a risk to Xia Song as well.
Xia Song was a man who had seen battle. He knew full well that kindness had no place in commanding troops.
He had already mobilized the army to coordinate attacks from within and without. Scattered shamans were no cause for concern. What demanded vigilance were the few established sects, each easily numbering over a thousand. The authorities could turn a blind eye to mountain bandits and river pirates who swept innocent people into their ranks and ruled the wilderness.
But these were tigers lurking right beside the prefectural government's bed. At any moment, they might follow the old example of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect, kill officials, and rebel.
Xia Song could not turn a blind eye to them.
Lin Feng was not the only one given orders.
But Lin Feng's assignment was urgent—the most important of them all.
Four days, four people, four counties and