In the main hall, Ying Zheng and Wei Liao sat facing each other, silent for a long time.
In the silent hall, Wei Liao looked at Ying Zheng opposite who said nothing, but took the initiative to break the deadlock.
"Your Majesty, do you want anyone to be your general?"
Ying Zheng remained silent, obviously struggling with the selection issue.
It’s not that there is no one, it’s that there are too many people and I don’t know who to choose.
Wei Liao saw this and said seemingly unintentionally.
"I heard that Mr. Wu An went to Mount Tai yesterday."
Ying Zheng stared at Wei Liao, puzzled.
"Great Qin's generals are like clouds..."
Before Ying Zheng could continue speaking, Wei Liao spoke bluntly.
"But Da Qin implemented a system of prefectures and counties."
Wei Liao suppressed all Ying Zheng's objections with one sentence, and he had nothing to say.
Yes, under his strong suppression, Da Qin abolished the feudal system and implemented the system of prefectures and counties.
Although this centralized system is very superior, this move not only offended most of the generals, but also offended the Qin clan, shattering their beautiful vision of becoming king.
Among them, the military exploits of countless generals and soldiers were unable to be fulfilled.
If it weren't for the majesty of Ying Zheng, the Qin Dynasty would have fallen apart long ago.
Therefore, the selection of people to support the frontier is a big problem.
As for Wu'an Jun Bai Qi, he has already retreated behind the scenes and has no such worries at all. He is indeed an excellent candidate.
The only trouble is...
"But, Mr. Wu An, are you willing?"
Wei Liao smiled bitterly, Wu Anjun's knot in his heart was not easy to resolve.
Although the kings of Qin for generations were thirsty for talents, determined to reform, and worked hard to become stronger.
However, Da Qin's attitude and actions towards talents are mostly unsatisfactory.
For example, Shang Yang who was torn apart by a chariot, Zhang Yi who had a miserable life in his later years, and Wu Anjun who was abandoned and disheartened.
In fact, if Bai Qi hadn't been extremely powerful, he would have been killed by King Qin Zhaoxiang long ago.
It can be seen from this that one must be careful when serving as an official in Da Qin.
Although it was difficult to persuade Bai Qi, Wei Liao still took the initiative to ask Yingdao.
"I will go and convince Lord Wu An."
"good."
Ying Zheng was very satisfied. He liked Wei Liao's straightforwardness in doing things.
Wei Liao did not immediately set off to look for Bai Qi, but continued to tell.
"Your Majesty, food and grass..."
Ying Zheng's mood, which had just improved, suddenly fell to the bottom again.
The three armies have not moved, and the food and grass go first.
But now, Da Qin's food supply is really running low.
"Actually, Da Qin has food."
With just a few clicks from Wei Liao, Ying Zheng had already thought of who had enough food...the Great Qin clan.
However, the relationship between Ying Zheng and them has become very tense due to the reform of the county system. If he goes to seek food...
Thousands of miles away in northern Xinjiang, the prairie.
The one-million-strong army reported by Meng Tian was not a false report, but a real number of troops.
The endless camps are arranged in an orderly manner on the grassland. Some soldiers are patrolling and some are grazing. The cattle and sheep grazing happily are the best food for the army.
Not only is it easy to carry, it will not deteriorate.
In a tent in the middle of the military camp, there sat a big man about three meters tall. He was Maodun Chanyu of the Huns.
Sitting opposite him was a woman completely hidden in animal skin clothing.
Modun Chanyu asked in a low voice.
"High Priest, is there really going to be a white plague this year?"
Although Maodun Chanyu tried his best to keep his voice as low as possible, his words still shook the tent and made the tent tremble slightly.
If he spoke with a loud voice, then it would be okay, the tent would not be destroyed by the earthquake.
The high priest said directly without any hesitation.
"That's what Changshengtian said."
A white disaster is also a snow disaster!
It is the biggest threat faced by grassland herdsmen.
Once a snowstorm does occur, the snow will turn into ice, the temperature will drop sharply, and countless cattle and sheep will be killed or injured. Even many herdsmen will not be able to bear it.
Not to mention the old, weak, sick and disabled.
Moreover, they will face more severe challenges in the coming year.
There are not many cattle and sheep left, the snow is difficult to melt, spring comes later, new grass cannot grow, and it is more difficult to raise cattle and sheep.
In short, in the face of the coming snow disaster, going to war with the Central Plains is the best choice.
Stealing the food harvested by the Central Plains people in the autumn, grabbing their urgently needed supplies, and by the way, depleting the population of the grasslands.
Although it is cruel, it is better than starving to death and freezing to death of a large number of people.
Survival of the fittest, the law of nature.
This is an eternal truth.
Now that the high priests had moved out of Changshengtian, Modun Shanyu naturally no longer doubted it, and turned to talk about other things.
"High Priest, why did you bring those strangers here? They are weak and cannot be of much help. Their minds are just like those from the Central Plains, extremely messy."
Modun Shanyu was a little dissatisfied. He didn't like these strangers on the grassland.
The behavioral habits of most of them are very different from those of the grassland people, and they appear to be very alien.
In fact, not only he, the Chanyu, but most prairie people dislike them.
Only the high priest has different ideas about these strangers and is very close to them.
Maodun Shanyu once asked this question.
The high priest replied: Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be victorious in every battle. She wants to take the opportunity to understand the people of the Central Plains.
This dispelled his doubts.
However, bringing these strangers into the army this time still made him dissatisfied and puzzled.
Faced with Modun Shanyu's question, the high priest replied calmly.
"You can safely leave them behind?"
Maodun Shanyu immediately understood, yes, the tribe left behind were old, weak, women and children, leaving these strangers behind was indeed a huge hidden danger.
He immediately couldn't help but praise.
"Yes, the high priest is still smart."
The high priest didn't want to say anything more and turned around and left.
She slowly returned to her tent. As the high priest, her tent was not far from the commander's tent, just a few steps away.
As soon as she came back, she took off her animal skin hood, revealing a face as white as jade, just like a young woman in her twenties.
"Huh, it's really hard to be the high priest of the Huns."
Just then, a sneaky figure came in.
"sister…"
Facing the young woman's threatening gaze, the man who got in immediately changed his words.
"High Priest."
"Well, this is a military camp, and the walls have ears!"
The man nodded and turned to ask.
"Why did you choose this identity? It's easy for problems to arise."
The young woman rolled her eyes at her brother and complained.
"You think I'm thinking about it. She appeared in front of me as soon as I came in. How could I not want this pie in the sky?"
The man teased with a smile in his eyes.
"Haha, but the pie is not free."
The woman said angrily.
"Hmph, who knew... He would be so cunning!"
It was rare for a man to see his sister withered, so his original feeling of envying her for coming here with her talents suddenly changed and turned into gloating about her misfortune.
This time, he smiled even more happily.
"You deserve it. Who gave you the audacity to communicate with Him directly?"
Yes, why?
The woman had nothing to say, and at the same time she was ashamed of her own stupidity.