The Great Wei Imperial Palace.
Inside the Hall of Literary Splendor.
Now that the messenger had delivered the Marquis of Sheyang's letter,
everyone in the hall fell silent.
A million prisoners of war-slaughtering them would truly be... horrifying.
But at this moment, everyone supported Xu Qingxiao unconditionally. If he truly intended to slaughter those who had surrendered, they could hardly stop him.
After all, Xu Qingxiao was the supreme commander.
"Seal the qi channels of all prisoners of war, keep them under strict guard, and send them back to Great Wei. Assign seven hundred thousand to mines and uncultivated fields throughout the country to clear land and mine ore. Send the remaining three hundred thousand to the frontier to repair its defensive walls."
Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Qingxiao gave an answer that made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
He would not slaughter the surrendered soldiers.
Instead, he would bring the prisoners back to serve as free labor.
Feeling everyone's eyes on him, Xu Qingxiao could not help feeling helpless. Clearly, they had come to see him as a bloodthirsty fiend.
With a wry smile, Xu Qingxiao looked toward the Duke of An.
"Duke, the transfer of these Million Prisoners of War requires strict inspection by you and the other dukes. They must be mixed up and dispersed among the various regions. Ideally, cripple their Martial Dao cultivation."
Xu Qingxiao spoke.
Of course he could not kill the Million Prisoners of War.
Slaughtering the Fan Kingdom had served the second step of his plan, as well as proclaiming Great Wei's might.
But continuing the slaughter would be meaningless. Wasn't free labor handed to him on a platter a wonderful thing?
Great Wei still had plenty of uncultivated fields it could not open up. Now, helpers had arrived at just