That was all well and good, but now that Leng Xiyue had shown what she could do, who would dare fight them?
Soon, the people of Slaughter City switched from resistance to surrender, submitting to Leng Xiyue's authority and beginning to collect heads.
Of course, Leng Xiyue had not specified where they had to come from, so the many corpses already in Slaughter City came in handy. The mass graves were dug up from end to end, and some people even went to the Outer City to seize those living dead and slaughter them to make up the numbers.
For a time, all of Slaughter City actually seemed quite harmonious. Everyone prioritized scavenging the dead, including those Leng Xiyue had just killed, whose bodies were soon carried away.
Within a day, they had gathered five thousand and tossed them into the large pit Leng Xiyue had designated.
No matter what they did, however, they could not scrape together the remaining thousand. Slaughter City's actual losses during this process had not even exceeded a thousand people.
Thus, once they realized they were short, the various factions gathered in the square to hand over heads finally reverted to their bloodthirsty nature and drew their blades on one another.
A large-scale melee followed. No one knew who fired the first shot, but soon every major faction with any say in Slaughter City had joined the battle. Those who had not originally been in the square were summoned as well. For a time, guns and cannons roared together, flashing blades and sword shadows mingled, and blood flowed freely.
The bloody battle lasted three hours, and roughly two thousand people died. It ended not because the various sides suddenly exercised restraint, but because practically everyone had been killed.
Before this battle, Slaughter City had contained