Heaven-shaking cries of slaughter rang out across Song State. The Qi people's chariots swept across its plains, crushing countless Song people who refused to submit into bloody pulp.
King Wu's campaign against Zhou had dashed Yin Shang's Mandate of Heaven to the ground, and the Sage King's Eastern Campaign had swept away every force capable of restoring Yin Shang. Now its rites and culture, too, would disappear entirely from the lands of All Xia.
This was war at its cruelest. Everything sacred would fall to earth, and the seeds of a new king would settle underground, growing beneath the nourishment of countless masses of blood-soaked mud.
"Kill everyone who resists, regardless of age. No force capable of resistance is to be allowed between Qi State and Zheng State."
So-called experience in war was forged in bloody battles.
After suffering countless casualties, the Qi people finally once again had commanders capable of directing great battles.
With Qi State's population and national strength, once there were no problems executing its tactics, Song State simply could not stop it.
With all its armies working together, Qi State abruptly quickened its conquest of Song State.
Especially after receiving word that Luo State's troops were retreating on the main front while Jin State's army had yet to arrive, the Qi people grew frantic.
Ever since Duke Wen of Jin had established his hegemony, the people of Qi State had needed the Ji-Jiang Alliance even more, so they could not accept the defeat that might be coming.
In Linzi, the Duke of Qi urgently asked, "How could Jin State's army still not have arrived?
"Jin State borders both the Royal Domain and Zheng State. Even if it cannot deploy its main force, can it not even send an army of a hundred thousand?"
A high minister