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Although Huyan Lie is dead, the mess he left behind still needs to be cleaned up.

Within the valley where the Northern Barbarian King's court is located, there are still tens of thousands of members of the Huyan royal family and some loyalists who refuse to surrender.

How to deal with them is the last obstacle before a new order can be established.

The newly appointed "King of Shunyi," who was originally the chief of the Qingyang tribe, was immersed in the joy and excitement of his sudden rise to power.

In order to demonstrate his value and iron-fisted rule as the "new master of the grasslands" to his new master, he volunteered to Su Zhe.

"Your Majesty, some remnants still entrenched in the valley. Please grant me permission to lead the allied forces of the various tribes into the valley to carry out a 'mopping-up' operation! I guarantee that the power of the Huyan royal family will be eradicated completely, leaving no future trouble!"

His words revealed his murderous intent.

He was eager to consolidate his newly acquired position through a bloody purge.

Su Zhe refused his request.

"The killing ends here."

Su Zhe's tone was calm, yet his authority was undeniable.

The Prince of Shunyi felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly lowered his head: "Yes, this humble general... was presumptuous."

Su Zhe glanced at him and slowly said, "I made you the king of the grasslands, not the butcher. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. The hearts of the people are more important than a scimitar."

After instructing his newly acquired "vassal king," Su Zhe issued new orders.

"Send someone to shout into the valley to announce the death of the new Great Chanyu, Huyan Lie."

"I hereby convey my decree: Anyone who voluntarily leaves the valley and lays down their weapons may retain their tents and a portion of their cattle and sheep, and become an ordinary herdsman under the rule of the Prince of Shunyi. All past transgressions will be forgiven."

"Anyone who resists to the bitter end will be killed without mercy!"

This decree once again demonstrated Su Zhe's approach of combining kindness and severity.

The Prince of Shunyi immediately sent someone to carry it out.

When news of Huyan Lie's death and Su Zhe's benevolent decree reached the valley, the remaining Northern Barbarians in the valley completely lost their will to resist.

The Great Chanyu is dead, and the royal guards have been wiped out. What do they have left to resist?

Moreover, the Emperor of Daqian has promised that as long as one surrenders, one can live and retain some of one's property.

For them, who had already reached a dead end, this was nothing short of a blessing.

Soon, a large group of people emerged from the entrance of the valley.

They threw down their weapons, led their cattle and sheep, and took their families with them, choosing to surrender.

The vast majority of people made wise choices.

Only a small group of the most core royal nobles, numbering about a few hundred, with the blood of the Huyan royal family flowing in their veins, had enjoyed privileges for too long and could not accept their fate of becoming ordinary herdsmen.

They retreated to the "Wolf God Temple" deepest in the valley, attempting to make a final stand from there.

The Wolf God Temple is a sacred spiritual site for the Northern Barbarians. It was built to be exceptionally sturdy, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"Your Majesty, leave these die-hards to us!"

The Prince of Shunyi once again volunteered for battle, intending to make amends for his past mistakes.

Su Zhe shook his head again.

He turned his head and gave an order to a silent general behind him.

"Gao Shun".

"Your subordinate is here!"

Gao Shun, the commander of the Trapped Camp, stepped forward, defying the odds.

"You have half an hour to clean it up."

"As you command!"

Gao Shun didn't say a word more and turned to leave.

Before long, eight hundred heavily armored soldiers, armed with large shields and spears, formed an impenetrable array, marching in perfect unison, transforming into a moving wall of steel, and relentlessly pressing towards the Temple of the Wolf God.

His footsteps were deep and powerful, each step striking the hearts of the spectators.

The Shunyi King and the leaders of the other grassland tribes looked on with curiosity at this strangely shaped infantry.

In their minds, infantrymen on the grasslands were easy targets for cavalry.

They wanted to see what made the infantry of the Great Qian Emperor so different.

The noble warriors inside the Wolf God Temple, seeing the approaching Trapped Camp, began to fire a barrage of arrows.

A dense rain of arrows swept in, covering the sky and the earth.

The arrows landed on the giant shields held high by the Trapped Camp, making only a series of crisp "clanging" sounds before being deflected without leaving a single mark on the iron wall.

"Charge out! Fight them!"

Seeing that the arrows were ineffective, the warriors inside the temple roared, opened the temple doors, and charged out wielding their scimitars.

They were the last warriors of the Northern Barbarian royal family, each one fearless in the face of death.

But their courage was so pale and laughable in the face of such a disparity in strength.

They rushed to the shield wall of the Trapped Camp and slashed with all their might. Their scimitars collided with the shields, sending up a string of sparks, but they could not budge the steel wall in the slightest.

The force of the recoil momentarily stunned them, and just then, countless spears suddenly emerged from the gaps in the impenetrable shield formation.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sounds of weapons piercing flesh rang out frequently.

The dozens of noble warriors at the forefront were riddled with spears before they could even scream, and fell to the ground one by one.

The samurai behind him were so frightened by the terrifying scene that they stopped in their tracks.

But the Trapped Camp gave them no time to react.

Gao Shun's voice came from behind the shield wall.

"Enter!"

Eight hundred soldiers took another step forward in unison.

They used this simplest, most clumsy, yet most effective method to move forward step by step.

Shields parry, spears thrust.

Throughout the entire process, the Trapped Camp did not utter a single superfluous slogan; there was only the sound of synchronized footsteps and the sound of weapons piercing flesh.

They swept away all living things in front of the Wolf God Temple in an efficient and ruthless manner.

The battle was over in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Hundreds of royal warriors fell in pools of blood.

The 800 elite troops suffered no casualties, not even a single wounded.

This terrifying ability to launch attacks and the record of zero casualties sent chills down the spines of the various tribes leaders watching from the sidelines.

For the first time, they realized that the Emperor of Daqian not only had invincible cavalry, but also such terrifying infantry.

This army has absolutely no weaknesses!

This is exactly the effect Su Zhe wanted.

The leniency shown to ordinary herders is intended to win people's hearts and stabilize the grasslands.

The ruthlessness towards the die-hard nobles was a perfect "muscle display" using the terrifying combat power of the Trapped Camp, completely intimidating the newly surrendered tribes and preventing them from having any disloyal thoughts.

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After clearing the battlefield, Su Zhe summoned all the tribal leaders in the former tent of the Northern Barbarian King.

He sat on the throne that originally belonged to the Great Chanyu and formally announced the new order of the grasslands.

"Effective immediately, the title of 'Great Chanyu' is abolished."

"I will establish the 'Northern Protectorate' on the grasslands to oversee all affairs of the various tribes on the grasslands."

"The Prince of Shunyi shall be appointed as the first 'Protector-General' to govern the grasslands on my behalf. However, his appointment and removal must be decided by the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty."

"Each tribe shall pay taxes to the Great Qian in the form of cattle, horses, and hides annually, and shall be obligated to send troops to assist the Great Qian in battle when I need them."

One decree after another was issued by Su Zhe, completely changing the landscape of the grasslands that had existed for thousands of years.

From then on, there were no more independent kingdoms on the grasslands, only a "protectorate" of the Great Qian Dynasty.

After announcing all this, Su Zhe dismissed everyone except for the newly appointed Protector-General—Prince Shunyi.

Su Zhe gazed at him and asked, "Now, may you tell me about the legends surrounding that 'holy land'?"

The Prince of Shunyi showed a look of awe, lowered his voice, and respectfully replied:

"Your Majesty, that holy land is called the 'Land of Fallen Heaven'."

"Legend has it that long, long ago, a star fell from the sky there."