"General, we are willing to surrender!"
"We surrender!"
Several Qiang men had bound themselves and were now kneeling before General Pang Hui, their eyes filled with terror.
This rebellion had truly been a bewildering affair.
Many Qiang people had no idea what had happened. They picked up weapons and began fighting, only learned who they were fighting halfway through, and only found out what had happened after the fighting ended.
Even the tribal chiefs themselves had not expected Shi Bao to dare act, let alone their tribespeople.
After learning that their chiefs had been executed, many tribes' interim leaders had chosen to raise troops immediately to avenge them. But they had barely begun when Deng Ai, who had already set his sights on them, struck.
Deng Ai had come from humble origins and often practiced benevolent governance. When serving as a local governor, he had been fond of reclaiming farmland and undertaking water conservancy projects, earning the people's deep affection.
However, Deng Ai had one flaw.
Perhaps the extreme poverty of his childhood had made him rather miserly. His miserliness was not merely over money, but over severed heads.
When he captured Chengdu, he did something utterly deranged.
He piled the heads of Wei's soldiers together with those of the Shu Kingdom's soldiers and built a Jingguan.
All to display his military merit!
"He ordered a platform built at Mianzhu as a Jingguan, to display his achievements in battle. The soldiers who died in service were all buried together with the Shu soldiers."
He could not even bear to discard his own men's heads, insisting on putting them to use. The old Wei man had been so frightened by poverty that he dared not waste a single head.
If Deng Ai treated his own people this way, there was no