Outside Xianyang City, all seven thousand surrendered soldiers were buried in earthen pits. Li Si rushed to the high platform and angrily shouted: Is this what the prime minister did? I stroked my sword and smiled lightly: "The rebels should all die. I didn't set up the trap, it was God's will." He stood frozen on the spot, his Adam's apple rolled, and the wind swept the yellow sand across the setting sun. I raised my head and looked to the west: the killing has not stopped, the sky is peaceful. The sound of iron hooves behind him was galloping towards Xianyang.
