After that, there was a discussion as usual, and the officers in the camp expressed their opinions. It was not until a group of people were arguing that Zhao Chengcai finally spoke up and decided on the next course of action.
First seize the mountains and hundreds of villages, accumulate strength, and then wait for the opportunity to seize Wucheng. Such a big thing can be accomplished!
That 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 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 to make such a plan would definitely attract 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, 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 rule, and uses the people and the land 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. 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. With the continued search for Huang Tian's tribe, by next year, he will have roughly 5,000 usable troops.
As for the issue of military pay, Zhao Cheng plans to farm this year and capture Wucheng in the spring of next year.
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 helpless.
Zhao Cheng, on the other hand, was more decisive than Taoist Huang Tian. Taoist Huang Tian was still reluctant to leave Tianjue Pass and wanted 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 to sweep the southern wilderness, accumulate grain, build high walls, and slowly become king.
Otherwise, the king’s career will be difficult to achieve!
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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 there was still no news from Wu Yuan. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he knew in his heart that with the supplies Wu Yuan brought, no matter whether If it doesn’t go well, it’s time to return long ago.
Now that he has not returned, he can be sure that something unexpected happened.
But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't imagine where such a capable person would come from among Huang Tianjun.
If there really was such a person, how could the fifty thousand 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 in his mind.
None of his sons are useful, only Wu Yuan can be entrusted with the great cause. Otherwise, in this troubled time, it will be a disaster rather than a blessing to be left in the hands of other sons. Their abilities are not 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. Five generations of the Wu family have worked hard to achieve the current results.
But in his generation, not only was he more talented 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. 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 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 even almost thought that the gold and silver he sent was not only 20 boxes, but 200 boxes... …
If it hadn't been for Wu Yuan, he would have been ecstatic after receiving this decree. But now, with no successor, this reward may not be a blessing, but a disaster, a catastrophe.
What's more important is that the heir he believed in is dead, which makes him feel that the imperial hegemony is in vain.
He worked hard and calculated, and finally accumulated a little wealth, but he had no successors...
The unwillingness and resentment there simply drove him crazy!
"Mr. Liu, how many Huang Tian thieves have been captured 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 and 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 first blow, 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 stared at him, 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.
"Kill everyone who sends my military order."
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 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 never think about it again, young people have great ambitions, the sea and the sky are bright..."
"In the blink of an eye, time flies by, the young man's head turns gray, his spirit becomes empty, he regrets being called a child, and he seeks a title..."
Listening to the faint screams in my ears, tears fell down unknowingly as I murmured.
(End of chapter)
