A few days later, the Wushi leader camped.
This ethnic group, including men, women, old and young, has a population of one to two hundred thousand, and they live in the western part of Rong District all year round.
Its leader is named Wu Yi, a big man in his forties with loose black hair, a hairband on his forehead, and a thick and short beard, which makes him look very capable.
At this time, he was also discussing matters with some key members of the clan, and the content was nothing more than what consequences Qin's destruction of Bai Rong would bring to his own side.
In Wu's eyes, this is something difficult to determine.
Someone said: "Everyone in the world says that the King of Qin is the king of tigers and wolves. He took over the Central Plains and slaughtered the world. Now, he wants to destroy the Bai Rong. If they perish, we may not end well."
"Yes." Someone else echoed: "With the strength of the Qin State, this is just the vanguard. There are millions of troops behind them. It is impossible for the King of Xirong to withstand it. He will only be afraid of death."
"But if we help Bai Rong, we are clearly going against King Qin. If the Qin army attacks my Wushi, what will we do..."
Listening to these remarks, Wu Yi touched the short beard on his chin, rolled his eyes, and did not come to a conclusion immediately. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "What is the attitude of the Qin army towards the Di and Qiang tribes now?"
"There is no intention to use troops, but there is no clear attitude." Someone replied: "But in this battle, the Qin army killed only the Bai Rong clan, and I haven't heard of any other ethnic groups being harmed."
Completely annihilate the King of Xirong, so that there are no more armed forces in the Rong District, adopt a gentle policy towards other ethnic groups, and gradually integrate and assimilate them. This is the grand strategy proposed by Shangguan Wenruo, and Xiao Yuan adopted it.
Blindly resorting to force may be a short-term suppression, but it is by no means a long-term solution.
The entire Xirong area has a population of more than two million. If you kill everyone on sight, you will force them to join forces to resist, and things will get worse.
On the other hand, if only the Bai Rong were destroyed, other ethnic groups would not dare to intervene rashly when they saw that they were not in danger, which was tantamount to a disguised division.
The grand strategic plans of counselors are of a certain level, and the one-sided tactics of different generals are related to the overall situation.
After destroying the Bai Rong, allowing other ethnic groups to continue herding sheep and horses, and implementing corresponding policies to make them live a happy life, it was better for them than under the rule of the King of Xirong.
Only in this way can the Western Frontier be completely stabilized and truly become part of Qin's territory.
Wu Yi was still stroking the short beard on his chin, squinting slightly.
He was just about to speak, but a tribesman walked in quickly, saluted and said: "Chief, Shangguan Wenruo pays homage to the camp."
"What? Shangguan Wenruo?" Wu Yi was slightly surprised.
Others in the tent also looked at each other.
A famous person in the world and an important adviser to King Qin, how could they not have heard of him.
After reacting, Wu Yi subconsciously asked: "How many Qin troops did he bring?"
"Only...only him."
"What?" Wu Yi suddenly said in disbelief.
Others couldn't help but whisper among themselves: "Isn't this Shangguan Wenruo the counselor beside King Qin..."
"Yes, I heard that he is still a first-class minister of the Qin State..."
Someone immediately said: "Brother, this man is so brave! He is not afraid of us killing him and dedicating his head to the King of Xirong!"
Wu Yi raised his hand and interrupted him, his thoughts changing.
After a moment, Youyou said: "Invite him in."
"Yes!" The tribesmen took the order and left.
Not long after, Shangguan Wenruo walked in dressed in casual clothes.
His current age is not yet thirty, and he is in his heroic years. His whole body is full of bookishness.
Calmly, he bowed his hands and bowed slightly to Wu Yi, who was directly above him: "I am Shangguan Wenruo, and I have met the leader of the Wu clan."
He had a standard of etiquette and was neither humble nor arrogant. Although everyone in the tent was staring at him with malicious eyes, and some even held down the handle of the scimitar at his waist, there was no sign of nervousness in him.
There was no politeness on Wu Yi's face, but he took his own saber, playing with it casually, and said lukewarmly: "You are so brave, you dare to come here alone, just in time, I The sword is freshly sharpened, but it is missing a head to be beheaded.”
As he spoke, he also looked at Shangguan Wenruo with sharp eyes.
At the same time, everyone on the left and right also held down the handle of the knife and pulled out half of the scimitar.
The sound of unsheathing became one continuous sound.
"Haha." Shangguan Wenruo smiled, not moved at all, and said with a smile: "Don't you hear, the leader, that when the king is angry, he will lay down millions of corpses, bleeding and floating in the oars, I'm afraid this sword can't cut me The head will hurt yourself instead."
There is no need to say more about the subtext of these words.
Wu Yi's expression changed. How dare he really kill Shangguan Wenruo? He just wanted to frighten him and gain the upper hand in terms of momentum.
Seeing that the civil servant was calm and composed, not a rat, he knew that psychological games were useless, so he raised his hand.
Everyone on the left and right understood and sheathed their swords one after another, and some couldn't help but snorted coldly.
"You might as well tell me what you mean by this step." As Wu Yi spoke, he also put aside the sword in his hand.
"Of course I'm here to send a happy event to the leader." Shangguan Wenruo said.
"Oh? This is really curious, how come such a happy event can happen." Wu Yi said with great interest.
Shangguan Wenruo faced everyone and said in a calm voice: "In the past, the emperor of the Shang family attacked Yijue. With the help of Duke Tan, he was able to destroy the thieves and ensure peace in the world. In this year, Duke Tan was no more than a small official."
"Today's Wushi is better than Tan Gong back then. If he can help justice and accomplish great things, there is no need to worry about prosperity for generations to come."
"Now, my king is ordering his troops to eliminate the violence and destroy the bandits. It won't be long before the King of Xirong will flee to Wushi. If the leader eliminates the bandits in this way, he will not only comply with God's will and gain great achievements, but also be worthy of the people of his clan. , to keep peace in Wushi forever."
"Isn't this a happy event?"
He talked a lot and talked eloquently, without any intention of asking Wu Shi, but made it clear that he was here to give credit.
When everyone in the tent heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.
Wu Yi's expression also began to change.
Seeing this, Shangguan Wenruo continued: "I have always believed that the leader of the Wushi family understands the overall situation. There is a saying that is good, God has given you a good opportunity, but if you miss it, it will be too late to regret it."
After a long silence, Wu Yi finally spoke: "Sir, are you saying that Wu's family can help King Qin make contributions?"
Unconsciously, his title has been changed, which is enough to show that his mentality has changed, or that he is not on the side of the King of Xirong in the first place.
Shangguan Wenruo was extremely thoughtful and said with a smile: "Of course, this is a free achievement. My king will definitely think of Wushi's merits, and the leader's decision will also be related to the peace and stability of Western Xinjiang."
