Li Zhouwei rode his horse, the golden specks in his eyes twinkling as he felt the troops mesmerized, following him as if the primal instincts buried within were surfacing incessantly.
He quickly reined in his horse, looking toward the stone tower at the camp's entrance. His troops were silently charging into the town like tides parting rocks, silently and madly rolling into the settlement.
A chorus of mocking voices rose around Li Zhouwei, and as he beheld the stone tower, an odd thought struck him:
"I should sit in the temple, atop the shrine..."
He stood quietly as a voice, like a chant, resonated amongst the Shanyue mountains, murmuring softly:
"Once the town is captured, first slaughter the nobility, then distribute their wealth and fields."
"Upon conquering the Great Jue Court, all lowly slaves should be emancipated."
