Henry Clark nodded and said rather formally, “From now on, don’t call me ‘Great King’ anymore. If you’re willing, you can call me ‘Your Lordship’ or ‘General’.”

Samuel Grant was clearly stunned, and just as he was about to say something, Henry Clark had already ridden off. He watched Henry Clark’s departing figure and thought to himself, “Isn’t ‘Your Lordship’ a form of address from the ancient pre-Qin era? This person… who exactly is he?”

The group was truly a large one. As they marched, they picked up quite a few more Jin refugees along the way, so instead of decreasing, their numbers actually grew to over thirty thousand, which made supplying food to the group extremely difficult.

But Henry Clark had a golden finger—he could rely on the system to issue orders to NPCs far away in Changguang Commandery, which meant he had a means of communication unmatched by anyone in this era.

[My golden finger isn’t just about issuing long-distance orders to NPCs! I can also view the map in my mind!]

That’s right, Henry Clark had the “Age of Empires II: The Conquerors” golden finger, complete with a 2D map, though it wasn’t without limitations. For example, he needed his own people or buildings as vision anchors, and the field of view extended five hundred meters in all directions. That was why he dared to leave his base and chose to gather refugees everywhere while Later Zhao was in chaos.

As for the map, it was no different from the game interface. Viewing it didn’t mean directly switching to someone’s perspective; it was more like a high-altitude bird’s-eye view. The display was rather simple: green dots for his own side, white for neutral, red for enemies, but the terrain was shown quite clearly.

Henry Clark was a very patient person. He stayed near the city with a hundred system soldiers and a few brave Jin people for a full three days.

During this time, Henry Clark was not bored. He could operate production and development in his mind, and also observe through the green dots of his own people following the main group.

[This trip out was really useful—at least I’ve scouted almost all of Qingzhou’s terrain, and the map no longer shows the ‘fog of war’.]

After lying low for three days, on the night of the fourth day, Henry Clark led his soldiers back to the city. Since there were breaches everywhere in the city walls, they slipped in under cover of darkness with ease.

Once inside, Henry Clark revealed a ferocious grin and gave simple orders to his soldiers—mainly because system-produced soldiers couldn’t understand anything too complicated. He guessed that the system characters’ intelligence would only improve as the “era” advanced; for example, the NPCs in the “Dark Age” were extremely dull, and only in the “Feudal Age” did they get a bit better.

Henry Clark went door to door, regardless of whether there was a latch—he could always get in easily. Once inside, he did nothing else but slit the throats of the sleeping Hu people.

Do you know what sound a sharp blade makes when it slices across a throat? It’s a very crisp “zila” sound. Slitting a throat requires some skill; it’s not just about slashing hard. If you cut through the carotid artery too forcefully, blood will spray everywhere.

Henry Clark would usually slit the victim’s throat swiftly, and in the next instant, cover their mouth with his open palm, blocking half the blood fountain with his hand.

Those whose throats were slit would wake from their sleep in agony, and when they opened their eyes, they’d be dazed for a second or two before realizing what was happening. But by the time they understood, they already couldn’t breathe—their airway blocked by blood. All that was left was pain and despair in their eyes as they waited to suffocate to death.

Henry Clark had always admired his own memory. When he wanted to remember someone, he usually could. For example, he remembered well the Hu man who twisted a young woman’s legs until she died in pain. After killing over six hundred Hu people in the city and rescuing about three hundred Jin people, he made sure to leave alive that group of Hu people he’d seen on the road that day.

“Hehehe…”

Henry Clark knew his laughter and face must look ferocious, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to break the limbs and bones of these Hu people one by one, and finally smash their heads with a single, violent blow!

Chapter 5: The Di Man Xu Ming

“What!?” Samuel Grant only learned what Henry Clark had been doing these past few days from a companion, and his face was full of shock and pain. “How could Your Lordship take such a risk!”

What risk? Samuel Grant was referring to the fact that Henry Clark, unable to stand a certain injustice, had spent several days taking revenge.

“Our Lordship…” The middle-aged man with a full beard was called William Reed, and his face was full of excitement and satisfaction. “No matter who he is, the way he treats us is truly beyond words.”

All the Jin people now had one thing in common: besides being extremely cautious, they were generally thin and weak.

In fact, because of the “hunting ban” targeting the Jin people, they couldn’t hunt wild animals. Most of them couldn’t farm, either, and had to survive on wild vegetables and tree bark, even eating grass roots or clay when starving. On top of that, they bore heavy taxes, and after hard labor, there was little food left. How could they possibly be healthy when they couldn’t eat or dress properly?

Henry Clark was leading a patrol when he ran into Samuel Grant and a few others on the road.