Great Qin: I Bury the Surrendered Soldiers, and Li Si Calls Me Crazy

Outside Xianyang, seven thousand surrendered soldiers were buried alive in pits. Li Si stormed onto the platform and shouted, “Could such a thing ever be the work of a prime minister?” I smiled faintly, one hand on my sword. “Rebels all deserve to die. I did not dig the pits; fate decreed it.” He stood frozen, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the wind swept yellow sand across the setting sun. I looked up toward the western sky. “The killing is not over. Only then will the realm know peace.” Behind me, the thunder of iron hooves raced toward Xianyang.