As long as the Great Xia Dynasty wants to solidify its rule over the grassland, Tie Mutu can help achieve that, provided he survives.
"You've misunderstood something. I don't need to rule over the Divine Eagle Empire, nor do I need any stability or grand strategy. As for the rebellion of those nomadic tribes you mentioned..."
Su Jie squatted down, reached out and patted Tie Mutu's face. In the man's vacant gaze, he slowly added, "The dead don't rebel. Since these grassland nomadic tribes are defiant and unruly, they have no reason to exist. All I want is this land, to keep the land, not the people, as civilians can be migrated later for development."
Upon hearing Su Jie's statement, Tie Mutu's pupils contracted. Despite his own vicious nature, he had never imagined something so insane: exterminating an entire country.
