Chapitre 72: In One Fell Swoop

It was snowing heavily, and the year was coming to an end.

The north of the country of Yan was in chaos. The Green Mountain Army was like a swarm of locusts—burning, killing, pillaging, and wreaking havoc everywhere they went. Countless people lost their homes and froze to death in the wind and snow.

On the tenth day of the new year, a vanguard of hundreds of people from the Imperial Army arrived at the Great Cloud City and took over the city effortlessly. They caught a large number of people on the same day and pushed them directly to the guillotine. Heads rolled on the ground and blood flowed like a river.

"This is not to punish, but to establish our might!"

An old beggar who was staggering along among the crowd looked at the "rebels" who were tied up on the guillotine and sighed internally.