Reincarnation in the Three Kingdoms Era with a System

Upon hearing this, Lu Ming's guards immediately wanted to step forward. "A subject should die for his lord," they thought. This barbarian was so ungrateful; they needed to teach him a lesson.

Lu Ming waved his hand, stopping them with a look. "No need to get angry with trash."

He then turned to the man who had spoken, sneering, "You're nothing but trash yourself. If you're not satisfied, we'll meet on the arena later. It'll be a fight to the death, a contest of life and death. Speak if you dare, otherwise shut your mouth!"

"You!"

Meng You wanted to say something, but Meng Huo quickly stepped in to stop him.

"King Qin, my brother is ignorant; please don't take offense."

"If you're not satisfied, settle it on the arena. I'll fight to the end. If you want to resort to arms, I'm happy to play along to the bitter end.

Once the war begins, your entire clan, regardless of age or gender, even a dog, will be slaughtered without exception! Not a single one will be spared!"

Lu Ming's aura exploded, instantly silencing everyone. It was as if they saw a scene of carnage unfolding before their eyes; they didn't know what to say, or even what to say.

Such recklessness, such imposing authority—this was a nightmare!

No more pretense, he'd laid his cards on the table: he would kill their entire families!

Anyone who resists will die. This is reality!

Meng Huo was initially stunned and speechless, but after recovering, he felt a surge of shame and anger. "King Qin, your words are a bit too confident. Yongchang County's terrain is complex, unlike anything in the Central Plains.

We don't even need to lift a finger; we can wipe out your tens of thousands of zombies here!"

Lu Ming's eyes narrowed, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them as he looked at Meng Huo. "It seems you want to test your skills against me.

Very well, I just happen to be short a chicken. If you're willing, then..." "Come on then."

Watching Lu Ming turn and leave, Meng You couldn't help but ask, "Hey, Han Chinese, you said we'd meet on the arena, do you dare to go up there yourself?"

"Heh, of course.

A life-or-death duel is too easy, we need some stakes.

Do you have the money?

Do you have the means?"

Lu Ming clasped his hands in a fist salute, looking at them with a mocking gaze. A bunch of ants. He was already planning to approach these chieftains; if they refused to submit, he'd kill them all.

Watching Lu Ming leave, Meng You slammed his meteor hammer into the ground with a loud crash, sending dirt flying. "Damn Han Chinese, I'll kill you sooner or later!"

"Use this later!"

Meng You pulled out a whistle, a glint of madness in his eyes: "Take his life!"

"This!"

Meng You immediately realized what it was when he saw the whistle.

It was poison.

Even an elephant, pierced by these poisoned needles, would instantly collapse!

They said it could wipe out tens of thousands of soldiers; poisoning was clearly the most convenient method!

"Good!"

Their every move was being monitored, and the news quickly reached Lu Ming.

Lu Ming simply smiled, then instructed Lin Dong to carry out the task. Lin Dong was cautious and meticulous, making him the most suitable.

He had brought him along this time as well.

Even the commander of the Imperial Guards was still being used as a bodyguard.

The deputy director handled the work, while the director went shopping—it suited them perfectly.

"This is the cave master we've brought, the patriarch of the Zhu Rong clan, Zhu Rong's younger brother," Gao Ding introduced, his expression somewhat strange.

The cave chief didn't think highly of Lu Ming, but because of the King of Qin's status, he didn't speak harshly. "Meng Huo isn't a magnanimous man. If you offend him, you're dead!"

"Just an ant. What about your sister, Zhu Rong?"

Lu Ming came this time for Zhu Rong, the beauty of the Southern Barbarians. Solving the Southern Barbarian problem was secondary.

It would only take two or three years to surround the dense forest, set fire to the mountains, and implement a scorched-earth policy.

Without supplies, without salt and other necessities, even the most tenacious person couldn't survive.

Without salt, illnesses would appear…

And without medicine, they could only wait to die.

Even if the chief could persevere, the tribespeople below couldn't; infighting was inevitable.

This method only required time; everything else was acceptable because it wasn't difficult.

"My sister has arrived, but she won't see you.

If you can defeat Meng Huo, she will see you.

If you want to marry my sister, you'll have to demonstrate your abilities."

The cave master's arms were wrapped around himself, a gesture of distrust.

He was blocking all attempts at goodwill.

"Heh, let her watch."

Lu Ming wasn't too bothered. He wasn't worried about powerful maternal relatives, because he had plenty of ways to deal with them.

Maternal relatives, if used well, are power; if used poorly, they become like He Jin—powerful but uncontrollable.

The next leader was King Mulu, skilled in animal taming. He attended the gathering with a black bear.

He was muscular and dark-skinned, covered in strange tattoos.

"You are the King of Han?

Can you promise everything you say?"

King Mulu didn't want to get involved in the struggle, and naturally, he didn't trust Lu Ming.

If it weren't for Gao Ding's introduction, he definitely wouldn't have paid any attention to Lu Ming. "Just wait and see.

Cooperating with me and working honestly will bring you far more than your swordplay."

Lu Ming's method for dealing with these southern barbarian leaders was simple: coercion and enticement.

He outlined a scorched-earth policy to starve them out.

He wasn't afraid of resistance, because it was an open strategy.

An open strategy is a straightforward plan, one that even if known, is powerless to resist.

A conspiracy, on the other hand, is one that is openly denied, meaning there must be a way to counter it—that's the essence of a conspiracy.

With a big stick in hand, the next step is to offer a carrot. Therefore, Lu Ming's conditions were: submission and no trouble.

They would work in Lu Ming's workshops and factories, or provide materials.

In return, Lu Ming would provide them with food, cloth, and medical care at low prices!

Medical care was paramount. In underdeveloped areas, medical care was a complete mess; even a simple fever or cold could be fatal.

Let alone a fever, even a minor illness could be fatal.

The medical and educational resources Lu Ming brought offered their children the possibility of becoming officials in the Chengdu district—that was one way out.

Furthermore, developing farmland irrigation to ensure sufficient food supplies was another method.

To truly convince them, the tactic of making an example of someone was indispensable.

The reason the Yi people were Yi was because they believed in using force; only when they realized they couldn't win would they sit down to negotiate.