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The crowd instantly erupted into thunderous cheers and cries!

Countless people knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, and kowtowed to Lin Zhen desperately!

A glimmer of hope finally ignited in those numb and desperate eyes!

Lin Zhen looked at the people kneeling and crying in front of him, and there was not much joy in his heart, only heavy responsibility and sadness.

He signaled Chengxuan to take people to maintain order and distribute some dry food that they carried with them for emergency use.

......

Three days later, in the main hall of the Yanjing headquarters.

The atmosphere is solemn and dignified.

Huge coiled dragon pillars support the tall and wide dome, and the ground is paved with mirror-like golden bricks.

On both sides of the hall, two rows of heavily armored warriors of the Jinwu Guard stood solemnly, with bright armor, swords and spears like a forest, exuding a cold and murderous aura.

In the center of the hall, dozens of Beiyan tribal chiefs, dressed in different clothes and with sturdy temperaments, were divided into several rows according to the size and strength of their tribes, standing solemnly with their hands hanging down.

Most of them wore luxurious fur robes trimmed with gold and silver ornaments, wore sable or wolf fur hats on their heads, and carried jewel-studded scimitars around their waists.

These chiefs, who usually call the shots like local tyrants in their respective tribes and are unruly, now all have solemn expressions, their eyes flickering, with a hint of barely perceptible tension and awe.

Many people secretly raised their eyes and glanced outside the palace - there, Helian Tieshu's bloody head was still hanging high above the city gate.

A silent reminder of the consequences of disobeying orders.

The chief of the Vulture Tribe, Wulianghetai, was tall and burly, like an iron tower, with a leopard head, round eyes, and a face full of flesh. But at this moment, he lowered his head slightly, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Tuoba Xiong, the chief of the Snow Wolf tribe, had a sinister face, a hooked nose, thin lips, and eyes as sharp as knives, but at this moment he also restrained his edge.

Murong Feng, the chief of the Fengshuan tribe, is relatively young and handsome, but there is a hint of shrewdness and calculation in the depths of his eyes.

The three of them stood in the front row, representing the most powerful tribes in Northern Yan.

The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

There was only the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional slight clink of armor.

The oppressive atmosphere is almost suffocating.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived—" the clear voice of the ceremonial officer sounded!

"Crash--" All the Jinwu Guards in the hall knelt on one knee at the same time, and the sound of armor colliding was uniform.

The chiefs also hurriedly bowed and kowtowed deeply: "Welcome His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Lin Zhen, wearing a black dragon-patterned uniform and a thin cloak of the same color, walked slowly out from the back of the hall.

He did not look at the kneeling crowd, but walked straight to the main seat in the hall and sat upright on the huge rosewood dragon chair.

His eyes were calm and deep, like the depths of an ancient well, as he slowly swept over all the chiefs of His Highness.

The gaze was not sharp, but it carried an invisible, heavy pressure like a mountain, which made all the chiefs who were swept by the gaze feel their hearts tighten and they could not help but bury their heads lower.

"Everyone get up." Lin Zhen's voice was calm.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Only then did everyone dare to stand up and stand solemnly with their hands hanging down.

"Did you all see what happened to Helian Tieshu?" Lin Zhen went straight to the point. His voice remained calm, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart!

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly, the chiefs' bodies stiffened, and many of them broke out in cold sweat.

"Resisting the king's rule, raising your own troops, ambushing and killing angels, these are heinous crimes! Hang your head for public display, you have brought this upon yourself!"

Lin Zhen's voice suddenly turned cold. "This prince gave you an opportunity to come to the king in ten days, but eight chiefs still flouted the king's order and made excuses for not coming. Their envoys were arrogant and rude, and their tributes have been thrown out of the camp by this prince."

There was a dead silence in the hall, one could hear a pin drop, and all the chiefs were silent as a mouse.

Especially the envoys of the eight chiefs (their chiefs had not arrived yet, so they sent trusted envoys), they were so scared that they turned pale, their legs became weak, and they almost collapsed to the ground!

"This prince always keeps his word!" Lin Zhen's voice seemed to come from the underworld. "The three-day deadline has arrived! Where are the eight chiefs?!"

"Your Highness..." An envoy fell to his knees with a thud, his voice trembling in a trembling voice. "The chieftain of the Bailu tribe, Baiyin Cangcuo... has suddenly fallen ill... and is unconscious... I really can't... I really can't come..."

"Chief Bater of the Goshawk Tribe...fell off his horse and broke his leg...he's...bedridden..."

"Chief Chi Na of the Fire Fox Tribe...his mother passed away...and he is...in mourning..."

The messengers fell to their knees, explaining incoherently, their voices filled with fear.

"A sudden illness? A broken leg from falling off a horse? Mourning for their mother?" Lin Zhen's lips curled up in an icy arc, his eyes flashing with cold light. "What a coincidence, what a coincidence! It seems they are determined to follow in Helian Tieshu's footsteps!"

"Your Highness, calm down!" Vulture Chieftain Wulianghetai quickly stepped forward and bowed. "Helian Tieshu is arrogant and will bring about his own destruction! We are loyal to Your Highness and have no second thoughts. Those chieftains... perhaps... perhaps they are indeed in trouble. Please give them a few more days."

He seemed to be begging for mercy, but in fact he was clearing himself of all charges.

"Yes, Your Highness! We are willing to serve Your Highness at our whim!" Tuoba Xiong of the Snow Wolf Tribe and Murong Feng of the Wind Falcon Tribe also quickly agreed.

Lin Zhen looked at them coldly, knowing everything in his heart.

These chiefs were only temporarily bowing their heads because they were frightened by Helian Tieshu's fate.

The arrogance and separatist ambitions in their bones have not been eliminated.

The eight chiefs who made excuses for not coming were just pawns they used to test their bottom line.

"Grant me some time?" Lin Zhen's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable authority. "This prince's patience is limited. Military orders are like mountains, and they cannot be trifled with. Since they are stubborn and refuse to change their ways, don't blame this prince for being ruthless."

He stood up suddenly, and his black cloak drew a sharp arc behind him.

"Mao Mengji!"

"I'm here!" Mao Mengji flashed out from the shadows on the side of the hall like a ghost, with a cruel smile on his skinny face.

"Call the troops and prepare the horses!"

"Yes!"

"Order the three armies to immediately prepare and split into three groups. Targets: the White Deer Tribe, the Goshawk Tribe, and the Fire Fox Tribe."

"Understood, sir!" A fierce light flashed in Mao Mengji's eyes.

"This prince will personally lead the army to crush the Bailu tribe, capture Baiyin Cangcuo alive, and hang his head for public display."

"The remaining two routes will be led by you and General Li of the Border Army. Wipe out the Goshawk and Fire Fox tribes, leaving no one alive, no one alive, and no grass growing."

"Within three days, this prince will see the heads of these three chiefs hanging at the gates of Yanjing City, accompanying Helian Tieshu."

"Yes!" Mao Mengji responded loudly, his voice hoarse and excited.

The faces of the chiefs in the hall turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat dripped down. They did not expect Lin Zhen to be so decisive and ruthless, leaving no room for maneuver.

Those eight chiefs... are finished.

The three parts of White Deer, Goshawk and Firefox are finished!

This thundering method is more shocking than hanging the head of Helian Tieshu. It is a naked genocide and an undisguised threat of force.

"As for you..." Lin Zhen's cold eyes swept over the chiefs who were silent in the hall. "Since you are here in person, this prince will give you one more chance. You must immediately implement the policy of converting the tribes into commoners. Count the population, livestock, and pastures of your tribe, register them, report them to the headquarters, accept the imperial court's appointment of officials, disband your private armies, and confiscate their weapons. If there are those who pretend to obey but actually disobey, or who make false reports or conceal information..."

His voice suddenly turned harsh, like ice falling. "...consider this treason, exterminate your entire clan! Hang your heads! Don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, we obey your orders and will never disobey!" The chiefs were so frightened that they all fell to their knees with a thud!

His forehead pressed hard against the cold ground, his voice filled with tears.

This time, they were really scared.

This young prince's cruelty and hard heart far exceeded their imagination.

Helian Tieshu's head was still hanging on the city gate.

The destruction of the White Deer, Goshawk, and Fire Fox tribes is imminent. Who dares to challenge them again?!

Lin Zhen looked at the chiefs who were kneeling and trembling, and a barely perceptible cold light flashed in his eyes.

He knew that temporary surrender did not mean true return.

The first thunder of Northern Yan has just exploded.

The real storm is yet to come.