As far as the country and the people are concerned, the "insensitivity" of the people and the authorities in Zhizhou of the Northern Steel Alliance exceeded Soong Ziyu's imagination.
This kind of numbness even made Song Ziyu a little dumbfounded.
Perhaps the numb Yuxia people described by Master Lu felt a little superior when they saw these people.
Song Ziyu worked hard and seemed to have achieved his goal, but also seemed to have made him feel lonely.
"how so?"
Song Ziyu couldn't help but ask Tong Xian.
Tong Xian, who had been punished and lost his temper, smiled bitterly: "You really don't understand! Ordinary people in today's era have long been like insects. They don't care who replaces you to rule them. They only pray. Just don’t let the snowflakes of the times fall on themselves.”
"Is this considered lying down?" Song Ziyu murmured to himself.
"What does lying down mean?"
Tong Xian was puzzled.
Song Ziyu was too lazy to explain and began to try to mobilize the troops stationed in Zhizhou.
However, what surprised me was that the army ignored him at all, and treated his recruitment and orders as nothing.
"Grandma's, it's really weird."
Song Ziyu cursed and looked at Tong Xian and asked: "Are all your Zhizhou troops so awesome? Don't they listen to orders at all?"
Tong Xian slowly said, "Isn't this normal?"
"What do you mean by this?" Song Ziyu asked.
Tong Xian said: "Don't say you can't mobilize the regular troops of the Northern Steel Alliance. Even we and the central government can't mobilize the regular troops stationed there."
"Why?"
Song Ziyu asked.
"Because there are people above us!"
Tong Xian replied.
"Who? Aren't you guys the rulers of the entire country?"
Song Ziyu asked.
"We can only be regarded as agents. The real ruler is still the one on the Hanging City."
Tong Xian smiled bitterly.
"The Hanging City!"
Hearing this, Song Ziyu's eyes suddenly became sharp.
yes!
How come I almost forgot about this?
As far as the Northern Steel Alliance is concerned, Hanging City still exists.
Song Ziyu rummaged through the information about Hanging City in his mind and found that there was very little information.
It's not that I haven't done enough homework, it's simply because the intelligence network established by Gongsun Wan'er cannot penetrate this level.
"What kind of existence is the Hanging City? Where is it?"
Song Ziyu asked.
Hearing Song Ziyu's question, Tong Xian showed a look of yearning on his face: "The Hanging City, as its name suggests, is a city floating in the sky, and its city owner is Marshal Zhu, the real controller of the Northern Steel Alliance."
"Zhu Tianlie!"
Song Ziyu asked: "Where are they?"
Tong Xian replied: "The Hanging City is erratic, and we cannot control its whereabouts. The people in their Sky City are self-contained and do not bother to manage the affairs of our Northern Steel Alliance. They just hold on to the military power and do not let go, so they can control it." It’s the big picture.”
At this point, Tong Xian's tone suddenly became a little tougher: "Song Ziyu, you should feel lucky, if it weren't for the fact that the regular army cannot be mobilized, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
Song Ziyu's eyes widened.
Tong Xian said: "If we can mobilize the regular army, based on what you are doing now, you can be killed a hundred times."
Song Ziyu grinned and said: "It seems that you still don't give up! You don't understand at all. Regardless of whether you can mobilize the regular army, I am absolutely sure to destroy your Northern Steel Alliance. The reason why I don't smash you is completely It’s because I’m not interested in ruling you.”
Tong Xian didn't take it seriously when he heard the words.
Song Ziyu was too lazy to meet this old man. 33
"Tell me, how can I contact Hanging City."
Song Ziyu asked.
There is no point in procrastinating the current situation. It is better to find a way to solve the problem.
Song Ziyu felt that spanking children on a rainy day would be idle anyway, so why not discuss the next domination of the northern world with the people in Hanging City.
Hearing this, Tong Xian said: "We have no way of controlling the movements of the Hanging City, but there is one person who can."
"who?"
Song Ziyu asked.
"Zhu Shangqing, the great general who conquered the south."
Tong Xian said.
"Where are they?"
Song Ziyu asked curiously.
"He is either in the club or on the way to the club."
Tong Xian said.
…
Zhu Shangqing experienced another hangover.
The little masters who woke up in the clubhouse were all confused.
Glancing at the two young girls next to him who were sleeping like dead pigs, Zhu Shangqing opened another bottle of alcohol.
I can't help it, this life is too boring.
Zhu Shangqing liquor paired with marijuana makes you feel as happy as a god.
It's not that Zhu Shangqing is too negative, it's simply that this person has no pursuits and it's not a good thing.
Our ancestors did everything they could, but when it comes to Xiao Zhu’s generation, they can’t do anything.
Money and status are all in short supply, and there is absolutely nothing to pursue in life. What can I do?
Zhu Shangqing felt that life was boring just thinking about it.
Just before this, he finally obtained military and political power from the old man, and came out of the hanging city like a prison cell to get some air.
I originally planned to use the military power to raid the south as a hunting trip.
However, before he even set out, the bureaucrats had prepared all the achievements for him.
Before the army even set out, all the victorious battles were over.
In the battle report, the Federation was as vulnerable as a chicken or a dog. When General Wang Jia came to conquer the south, the lackeys of the Federation fled in the face of the wind.
This level of accounting fraud would be completely unreachable without three to five hundred years of experience.
However, the combination punch was the first punch.
Winning the war was achieved by making false accounts, but the expenses of the war still had to be reimbursed by those who filed the accounts.
Expenses are needed to set off the army. Soldiers need to spend money to go to the battlefield and need supplies and subsidies. People will die in wars. Casualties and casualties need pensions, which also costs money.
Every money in the treasury needs to be spent, and the landlords have no surplus food.
So those ungrateful bureaucrats came up with another idea.
The solution is to raise donations.
If you want to get ordinary people to donate enthusiastically, bureaucrats must take the lead in collecting donations, and donate real money and money in public.
With the bureaucrats taking the lead in calling for it, the shadow of the failure of the war in previous years was wiped out in the face of this false victory. Common people and middle- and lower-level bureaucrats who did not know the truth and the low-level bureaucrats enthusiastically donated money.
No, the tickets will come.
Then the money of the family that took the lead in donating was refunded in full. The donations from the common people were divided between Zhu Shangqing and the families who were doing the work. Zhu Shangqing made a small profit of 70% while lying still, feeling nothing.
After living this boring life for a long time, Zhu Shangqing became numb. He thought to himself, what was he doing all the trouble? He might as well sow seeds happily, help the old Zhu family have more offspring, and strengthen the flagging family, which was considered a blessing. A pretty good achievement.
…
Zhu Shangqing, who was in the fog, had just lit the marijuana when there was a knock on the door of the room.
The knock on the door woke up the little girl beside him. Zhu Shangqing grabbed the girl and got on the horse. While doing morning exercises, he cursed: "Who the hell is knocking on the door?"
No one responded, and the door to the room was kicked open, and two zombies with maggots crawling in their eyes walked in from the door with bastard steps.
Some people died, but not completely...
