Chapter 159 General Zhao, please recover (please order)
The palace courtyard, on the high platform.
Axiu sat upright, looking around with her soft yet majestic bright eyes, and finally landed on the ten commanders in the audience.
The ten major commanders each control a tribe of about 4,000 people; the thirty middle commanders each control a tribe of about 1,500 people.
Axiu's current identity is the president of the Shaodang Qiang, referred to as the president, who directly oversees the remaining 100,000 tribesmen and 30,000 Qiang soldiers.
After the power was distributed, the third warrior and the fourth warrior looked at each other, and they could see deep disappointment and unwillingness in each other's eyes.
They were all appointed as one of the ten chiefs, each in charge of a tribe of about 4,000 people.
Although this salary was much higher than when they were guard commanders, it was far from their psychological expectations.
They are all ministers of the dragon.
Shao Ge was able to take office... Oh no, A Xiu was able to successfully become the president, all thanks to their strong support.
Therefore, the two of them always thought that Axiu would at least make them the leaders of a tribe of 10,000 people, but they did not expect that in the end they would only be the leader of a tribe of 4,000 people.
According to the current Shaodang Qiang tribe's population ratio of 6:1 between young and strong, they can only manage a tribe of 500 people at most.
A leader who is only in charge of 500 chapters has nothing to do with the word "big".
However, in terms of status, they can be regarded as beings below one person and above ten thousand people.
Under them, there are 30 small commanders with only 200 tribes, and hundreds of thousands of tribesmen.
When I think about it this way, I feel a little more balanced.
Just as their thoughts were swirling, a tall man of ten feet rushed out from the crowd. Looking at Axiu, who was a slave, he knelt down in silence, letting his knees rub strongly against the ground without any expression on his face.
He changed and glided to the front, cupped his hands and said:
"The president led Sima Yi's troops into Longyou with the intention of plotting against our Qiang land. The ace tribe leader Dashan requested to go to war..."
Before he finished speaking, a strong black man like an iron tower slid out on his knees and said loudly: "General, Qu Yan, the leader of the Qinglong tribe, requests to go to war!"
Swish, swish, swish -
Eight of the ten commanders came out on their knees.
A Xiu glanced at them, and his eyes fell calmly on the remaining two commanders, the third warrior and the fourth warrior.
The two men have yet to express their opinions.
Faced with such cold eyes, the third warrior and the fourth warrior looked at each other and had no choice but to kneel out.
However, the expressions on the two people's faces were particularly wonderful. One had his eyes wide open, grinning, and the other clenched his fists and gasped.
This damn show of loyalty!
Do you have to slide and kneel so curled?
The knee must be so rotten that it is a bloody mess.
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the wonderful expressions of the two people. The eight leaders who knelt out in front grinned, and their eyes were full of gloating.
"Commander, we also request to go to war."
San Yong and Si Yong lay on the ground, holding back the burning pain between their knees. They finished speaking slowly and took a big breath.
A Xiu nodded with satisfaction, looked around at everyone, and said word by word: "I am fully aware of your loyalty and bravery. Now that Sima Yi has come thousands of miles away, all the tribes have stepped up their training to prepare for an attack at any time."
"Okay, let's break up the meeting."
A Xiu raised an arm and handed it to Ma Su.
Ma Su quickly stretched out his big hands to support Axiu's plump and voluptuous body, and stepped back respectfully.
On the surface, the two people only have a cooperative and subordinate relationship, and they adhere to the etiquette between men and women when they get along.
Privately, the two actually have a deeper relationship, but only a few people know about this secret.
At the end of the meeting, the eight commanders stood up one after another, lifted up their clothes, and pulled out two thick sheepskin pads from their wide-leg trousers. They complimented and congratulated each other, and gradually walked away.
"???"
"You eight guys actually put something on your knees?"
"And you deliberately slipped on your knees to show your loyalty?"
"Beast!"
San Yong and Si Yong, who stayed in place, supported each other and stood up with difficulty, looking sad and angry.
Shaodang Qiang, the royal palace.
At both ends of the three-meter-long table, Ma Su and Axiu sat opposite each other.
Axiu pursed her red lips slightly, not satisfied with this way of dining with her sweetheart thousands of miles away.
However, Ma Su insisted on saying that "distance creates beauty", "This is popular among Western royal families", "There was no bed in the world, first there was a long table, and then there was a bed."
Axiu stared at Ma Su in frustration and helplessness.
If this guy wasn't her baby's father, she thought she would punch him...oh no, she would kill him with a slap on his butt!
A beautiful princess with an exceptionally good figure walked in with a plate of golden roasted lamb legs. She leaned over and tied a napkin on Ma Su's chest. Then she knelt down and sat aside, carefully cutting the lamb into pieces and putting them in.
The small bowl was then handed over respectfully with his butt raised, asking Ma Su to enjoy it.
Axiu, who was sitting on the other side of the long desk, saw Ma Su still staring blankly at the "former princess" and snorted: "Okay, you can go down."
Ma Su suddenly came to his senses, wiped the corners of his mouth first, then stretched out his hand to take the small bowl, then watched the princess leave and closed the door.
Axiu snorted again, walked directly from the other end of the long desk to this end, knelt down beside Ma Su, and turned the back of her head towards him angrily.
…
The meal lasted more than half an hour.
After Axiu experienced all the functions of the long case, she finally showed a smile, wiped her mouth, and complained: "Why don't you want to be president and you have to let me be?"
Ma Di carefully said: "I have only served as president, so I have no interest in this position for the time being."
"..."
Axiu suddenly froze, as if she had turned to stone. There was no sound at all, and a turbulent wave arose in her heart.
The longer she spent time with Ma Su and the deeper she understood Chinese culture, the more she marveled at the profoundness and breadth of Chinese culture and became deeply fascinated by it.
In the past, whenever she had free time, she devoted herself to studying Chinese culture, Chinese characters and history, and advanced Chinese scientific and technological concepts, and urged her tribe to learn together.
Now she feels that this kind of study intensity is not enough.
Gotta intensify our efforts!
Seeing the wise and empathizing with others is the basic consciousness that every tribal leader should have.
Fortunately, she, the Qiang king who first eliminated Qiang and the president who burned Qiang, is still qualified.
…
After settling A Xiu, Ma Su came out of the palace with bared teeth, found Zhao Yun, and discussed the matter of training Qiang troops in Huodang.
The two of them came to the front hall, spread out the military map on the wooden table, and after observing for a while, Ma Su said calmly: "Old General Zhao, although the Qiang soldiers are brave and powerful, their style is extremely lax and their military discipline is loose. They are not Wei soldiers at all."
Opponent, do you have any good ideas?"
"Youchang, there is no rush to train troops!" Zhao Yun said with a solemn expression: "The most urgent task is to prevent Sima Yi from attacking."
"He?" Ma Su turned his head and looked at the little black eagle and the big flower eagle standing at the window, shook his head and laughed: "The Shu Han of today is no longer the Shu Han of yesterday. Sima Yi may not be able to withstand the Prime Minister's plan."
"Where do you start talking about this?" Zhao Yun looked confused.
It has only been two years since he returned to central Sichuan. Could it be that something shocking happened in Shu?
Is the weak Shu Han able to defeat the Wei State head-on?
How can this be!
Ma Su sat Zhao Yun down on the wooden pier and explained in detail the changes and basic situation of Shu Han in the past two years.
Even Zhuge Liang's actions of going out of Xiegu to surround Wei and rescue the Qiang were mentioned.
When he heard that the seven counties of Nanzhong were connected to Chengdu by five arterial-level national highways, Zhao Yun's eyes widened and he seemed unable to imagine what "arterial-level" national highways looked like.
When he heard that the Shu Han population was more than 2 million, while the Wei state was only 6 million, Zhao Yun stood up and suddenly felt that the slogan of the Northern Expedition might be more than just talk, and had a great chance of being realized.
When I heard that Shu Han has basically solved the problem of food and clothing, every family has endless food, and an army of 150,000 will not run out of food even if they fight outside for a year...
Zhao Yun first smashed the wooden table beside him with a slap, tears streaming down his face, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself. Then he grabbed Ma Su's waistband, raised one hand above his head, like lifting a stone lock, and started celebrating together.
Ma Su was knocked up and vomited and had diarrhea in an instant, and at the same time he felt extremely regretful.
"No, no, no!"
"Put me down quickly!"
"Old General Zhao, calm down, calm down! Recover quickly!"