After that, there was a discussion as usual, with the officers in the camp expressing their opinions. It was not until a group of people started arguing that Zhao Chengcai finally spoke up and decided on the next course of action.
First capture the mountains and hundreds of villages to accumulate strength, and then wait for the opportunity to seize Wucheng. Such a great thing can be accomplished!
Wucheng is the pass into the Southern Wilderness. Without taking Wucheng, there is no way to enter the Southern Wilderness. In fact, Huang Tianjun said that he was conquering the Southern Wilderness, but in fact, as soon as he arrived at the door of the Southern Wilderness, he was attacked by Wu Qi.
defeated.
After all, Wucheng is Wu Qi's hometown. For hundreds of years, the Wu family's business has been deeply rooted in that place.
As for the entrance to the Southern Wilderness, Tianjue Pass, it is now occupied by Huang Tianjun. However, the distance between this pass and the city is far away. There are many dangerous places in it, making it difficult to get in and out. In some places, there are only plank roads.
connected.
If they can really capture Wucheng, Huang Tianjun can advance and attack to capture Qingzhou, retreat and defend to capture Nanhuang.
Of course, Wucheng is hard to win. If Zhao Cheng had not established his prestige in the past half month, and the officers were all promoted by him, his plan would definitely attract a lot of opposition.
Unlike today, although everyone still has doubts in their hearts, they are still willing to implement it.
After the soldiers retreated, Zhao Cheng looked into the void. Now he was nourishing himself with the energy of nearly five hundred people. His Tao seed, the seventh lotus petal, had also sprouted a little, but the time was too short.
It is far from enough to fully grow.
According to Zhao Cheng's estimate, if he takes over a hundred villages in this chain of mountains, brings these mountain people under his control, adds people and land, and uses them to support them, by the end of the year, he should be able to bloom at the eighth level.
The mountains are vast and stretch for countless thousands of miles. Among them, there are hundreds of villages, large and small, with a total population of more than 50,000.
If everything goes well, he can recruit about 2,000 people from them. Plus he continues to search for Huang Tian's tribe, by next year, he will have about 5,000 usable troops.
As for the issue of military pay, Zhao Cheng planned to start farming this year and capture Wucheng in one fell swoop next spring.
By then, counting the time, Taoist Huang Tian is about to die.
He happened to receive the power left by Taoist Huang Tian in one fell swoop, then moved into the Southern Wilderness, burned down the plank road, and accumulated strength in the Southern Wilderness.
Great undertakings cannot be achieved without a base.
Taoist Huang Tian only realized this at the end, but he was unable to save himself.
Zhao Cheng, on the other hand, is more decisive than Taoist Huang Tian. Taoist Huang Tian is still reluctant to leave Tianjue Pass and wants to guard this gateway to the Southern Wilderness and plot against the Southern Wilderness.
But what Zhao Cheng wanted to do was to give up everything and sweep the southern wasteland first, accumulate grain widely, build high walls, and slowly become king.
Otherwise, it will be difficult for the king to succeed!
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On the other side, in the big tent, Wu Qi's face was as gloomy as water. It had been more than half a month, and Wu Yuan had not received any news. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he knew in his heart that with the supplies Wu Yuan brought, regardless of whether
If it doesn’t go well, it’s time to return long ago.
Now that he has not returned yet, he can be sure that something unexpected happened.
But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't imagine where such a capable person could come from among Huang Tianjun.
If there really was such a person, how could the 50,000 Huang Tianjun be defeated by him in one blow?!
"Could it be that God deliberately wants to end my Wu family's destiny..."
Wu Qi had this thought running through his mind.
None of his sons are useful. Only Wu Yuan can be entrusted with the great cause. Otherwise, it would be a disaster rather than a blessing to leave this troubled world to the hands of other sons. They are not capable enough. If only there was peace, at least they could be saved.
The well-being of the family, but in this era, not having talent is the biggest sin.
Even if you don't fight for the dragon, in many cases, it is up to you whether to fight or not.
He is undoubtedly a heroic figure. He has occupied thirty-two counties and thirteen cities in the Southern Wasteland. He has occupied three cities and six counties, and has a population of more than one million under his rule. The Wu family has been working hard for five generations, and this has led to the current results.
But in his generation, not only was he more capable than his ancestors, but the sons he gave birth to were even more like tigers and wolves.
Wu Qi himself is old, but he wants to raise his son.
In the future, the world may not be able to bear the surname Wu.
But now, Wu Yuan is just gone.
Wu Qi had a gloomy look on his face. At this moment, he was holding an imperial edict in his hand. This was the imperial edict pardoning his general. General Pingnan, this favor was beyond his expectation.
After all, although he gave twenty boxes of gold and silver treasures to the great eunuch in the court, he originally thought that it would be good to get the title of a general.
He was in the Southern Wilderness, and the general's name was Pingnan. The meaning behind this was profound. He almost thought that the gold and silver he sent was not only twenty boxes, but two hundred boxes...
…
If it hadn't been for Wu Yuan, he would have been overjoyed after receiving this decree. But now, with no successor, this reward may not be a blessing, but a disaster, a catastrophe.
And more importantly, the heir he believed in was dead, which made him feel a little bit like the imperial hegemony was in vain.
He worked hard and calculated, and finally accumulated a little wealth, but he had no successors...
The unwillingness and resentment in this simply made him go crazy!
"Mr. Liu, how many of Huang Tian's captured traitors are there now?!"
Wu Qi suddenly asked.
Mr. Liu was a Confucian scholar who looked to be in his forties. When he heard this and combined with his master's situation during this period, his heart skipped a beat. He immediately bowed down and said, "Killing prisoners without knowing it goes against the will of the people.
I hope my lord will think twice!"
As he said that, the Confucian scholar struck the ground with his head, making a thumping sound.
"Tell me, how many are there?!"
Wu Qi said tiredly.
"There are... more than 12,000 people..."
Mr. Liu whispered.
When Wu Qi heard this, he closed his eyes and recalled the dream half a month ago in his mind. In the dream, his son was covered in blood and looked at him with eyes open, as if to say, father, why don't you save me...
"The emperor's hegemony, the emperor's hegemony, haha..."
Wu Qi murmured, and then suddenly opened his eyes.
"If you pass my military order, kill them all."
Wu Qi waved his hand and tried to stand up, but he staggered and fell onto the chair.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was old, very old.
Looking at the light spot on the top of the big tent, he felt that he had lost all his strength.
For the first time, he felt so deeply about the impermanence of destiny.
"Think about what you once wished for, think about it but not think about it, youthful ambition, the sea and the sky are bright..."
"In the blink of an eye, time suddenly passes, young men grow old, their spirits are empty, they regret calling their children, and they seek to be granted a title..."
Listening to the faint screams in my ears, tears fell down unknowingly as I murmured.