"Send someone over."
"Make it clear our tribe only wants fifty cities and their people in the Northern Frontier of Yan. As for everything south of Yan, we don't need it." The Commander of Ten Thousand spoke with utmost arrogance.
"Yes."
An alien Chiliarch immediately stepped forward from the crowd.
He drove his horse straight across the corpses of innocent civilians butchered by their hands, charging toward the Qin Army.
Soon enough.
This foreigner stood before Zhang Ming.
"Are you the battle commander of the Qin Army?"
The alien general swept Zhang Ming up and down with a proud glare.
Zhang Ming said nothing, only slowly raised the spear in his hand.
"By order of our king, the Northern Frontier of Yan is now territory of the Donghu State."
"Withdraw your Qin Army immediately, or don't blame us for showing no mercy." The foreign general scowled with savage arrogance.
"Show no mercy to my Qin?" A cold flash crossed Zhang Ming's gaze.
In the next instant—
