Chen Qingshuang looked thoughtful and said nothing.
Cheng Xiaokai continued to read the information in front of him
After a moment, Cheng Xiaokai's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the file in his hand in disbelief.
"Hiss~"
"The Jiang family's business has gone so far?!"
"Jiang Changan is actually the biggest trader in Xirong"
"I wonder why Afaf is so confident. Jiang Changan only makes deals with her emotionally."
"So basically all the food in Xirong is in the hands of Afaf..."
"No wonder Afaf has such ambitions."
Chen Qingshuang immediately nodded with understanding, "That means Gulicha now wants to increase his troops and make a big move, but Afaf doesn't agree."
"Why did she agree?" Cheng Xiaokai chuckled, "If she agrees to increase the number of troops, Jiang Changan will directly take the three states south of the Yangtze River and flee overseas, never to come back again."
"If you do this, Xirong will have at least three years of lull. How dare that country be hungry for three years without causing chaos?"
"What's more, whether or not to fight next week is still a question. As expected of a businessman, he sees everything clearly."
Chen Qingshuang sighed, "Now I am just afraid of Guli Tea's collar and taking risks."
"Actually, I'm not very afraid," Cheng Xiaokai murmured in a low voice, "Why does Xirong need to look at Dazhou now..."
"The Zojirushi Kingdom further to the west...isn't it impossible?"
"It depends on how uncle, junior sister, you, junior fellow apprentice, operates."
...
Xirong Royal Court
Afaf is sitting in a high position, and on the lower left hand is a handsome young man with a similar face to her, but his eyes are a little sinister.
There was a lot of discussion in the court in front of me
All the soldiers were furious, and all the civil servants were blushing.
Both sides were quarreling. The soldiers agreed to send more troops to Zhou Dynasty, but the civilian officials did not agree.
The reason is very simple. To increase troops, we need food, grass, gold and silver.
Dordoluo, who was fighting on behalf of Xirong from Youzhou, was invited to go, and the food and grass were provided by them.
If we want to increase the number of troops, we will have to draw blood from our own family members.
There is a rule in Xirong that the nobles do not pay taxes, but once they go to war, they must donate food, grass, gold and silver
no upper limit
It’s considered investment, it’s also protection. When the war is over, you can receive your dividends with peace of mind.
However, the current war situation in the Great Zhou Dynasty is unclear. If we mobilize the army again, we will still use all the strength of the country. There is no doubt that these Xirong nobles will beat the dogs with meat buns.
Guli Cha looked at the two sides in dire straits, feeling angry in his heart.
Da Zhou's breath must be broken up with heavy punches before he can win.
If it continues like this, only Xirong and Beidi will be dragged down.
If you want to win, you have to increase your troops, but now these old guys don't see the hope of victory, so they are unwilling to increase their troops.
So we're stuck in a dead end
The coldness in Guli Cha's eyes is getting deeper and deeper
The hand holding the desk becomes harder and harder
cough
Afaf coughed lightly and said calmly, "Okay."
"Is there any point in continuing to make such a noise?"
Some officials were dissatisfied and said, "Your Royal Highness, I think these warriors are too naive. If they can win, they will have taken over several states in Dazhou by now. If so, we are naturally willing to spend all our wealth to support our warriors in Xirong. But now the coalition forces are still trapped in Youzhou and cannot advance an inch, does this look like they can win a big victory?"
"More troops are needed now! Are we going to send more troops to deliver cannon fodder to Beidi? Or should I wait until I have the money to send it?!"
"absurd!"
Click
A corner of the desk in front of Gulicha was broken, and there was a sound of soldiers' armor outside the hall.
Gulicha's complexion returned to normal, he stood up calmly and said without being salty or calm.
"Since Master Tuzan is unwilling to contribute the capital, I can just take it myself."
"Plaka, you are right, let's do it"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of grinning sergeants rushed in from outside the hall, slashing at anyone they saw.
Blood instantly dyed the hall red
Seeing that the situation was out of control, Afaf snorted coldly and immediately launched his majestic momentum.
Seeing this, Gulicha was not to be outdone and confronted him tit for tat.
"Brother, even if you kill all these officials, I don't agree. You and your warriors will not be able to get out of Xirong."
"You have to understand one thing. I am the one who supports the entire Xirong."
"including you"
"And you"
Afaf pointed at the sergeant who was killing the officials and said coldly, "Idiot, if you don't stop, I will take my people and flee to Xirong. Brother, you can play with yourself."
"Let's see if Xirong's national strength can support your ambition!"
"You have three breaths to think about it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another burst of armor came slowly, but this time the sergeant...the armor and weapons were clearly of the style of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but the people using them were still from Xirong.
The sound of taut bowstrings was heard in the hall
The hall suddenly fell silent. Plaka, who was in the process of killing, quickly grabbed an officer and blocked him in front of him. Then he blocked Gulicha and looked at the outside of the hall with vigilance.
When Gulicha saw the soldiers' armor, he couldn't help but change his color, "Bitch! Are you having an affair with Da Zhou!?"
After hearing this, Afaf's expression suddenly turned cold and he said calmly, "Gulicha, if you are talking nonsense, this palace today will be your final resting place."
"Ayuduo, come in and remove their weapons from me! Those who resist will die!"
"And you, Plaka, if you don't want to become a sinner and die here, just take your people and get out of the hall."
"Don't worry, if I want to kill you, you won't survive."
As soon as he finished speaking, a blue arrow came in an instant, passed by Plaka's ear, and cut off a lock of his hair. The arrow then penetrated Guli Tea's protective aura and was nailed to the pillar behind him.
Gulicha's expression changed drastically again, "Nine Ox Crossbow!?"
"I saw all Dordoro being taken out before my eyes! Where did you come from! How dare you say that you didn't have an affair with Dazhou!"
Plaka looked at Afaf angrily
The remaining officials in the hall also looked at her with complicated expressions.
Afaf chuckled and looked at Gulicha sarcastically, "I got these nine-oxen crossbows with the Huohuan yarn I spent ten years in Xirong. Not only these, there are also three thousand soldiers and armors, and three thousand vests."
"And 500 Jinnu"
"Do you really think that I am just a daughter and don't understand anything?"
"My livelihood has never depended on the money and food in my hands, but on the swords and arrows that can easily take your life!"
"My dear brother, do you know why you lost now?"
At this time, Ayuda had led people into the hall, took over all protection, and at the same time aimed the arrow at Plaka.
Guli Cha's face was dark, "If you hadn't had an affair with Zhou and sold me to Xirong, these are the most important weapons of Zhou! How could they give them to you!"
"Even Huo Huansha is not enough!"
"Of course it's not enough!" Afaf said coldly, "We also need to recall Dordoro! We also need my army of Xirong aliens to evacuate Dazhou!"
Gulicha said sternly, "If the army is withdrawn, he, the Zhou Dynasty, will follow closely behind him and kill me, Xirong, when I am not prepared. What are you going to do?"
"Oh, if Beidi is not dead, will Dazhou dare to move?" Afaf said coldly, "What's more, why do you have to look eastward?"
“Can’t our neighbors to the west feed us?”
"Especially since their Holy Elephant Army is not here, I don't want to pick on the weak ones, but I have to hit my head against the rocks."
"Brother, are you stubborn or stupid?"
After hearing this, Plaka's eyes suddenly lit up as he was confronting him.
"Prince! What the princess said..."
Gulicha was slightly startled and couldn't help but look at Afaf
"What's the meaning?"
"Ha, it's not interesting," Afaf sneered.
"Elder, please take out the crown. I, Xirong, cannot live without a king for a day. You have also seen the current situation."
"If there were no me, Xirong would probably fall apart."
The old man on one side let out a long sigh
"Your Highness is right."
Only then did Ayudu put down the long knife in his hand
Under the watchful eye of Ayuduo, a group of sergeants soon cleaned up the palace.
The old man held a golden crown in his hand and walked towards the high platform.
There, Afaf was sitting quietly on the throne, looking at the ministers in front of him
"Wait a minute." Afaf suddenly opened his red lips and looked at Guli Tea.
"Brother, how about you come and crown me the king?"
After saying this, Ayuduo immediately looked at Gulicha with sharp eyes.
Gulicha looked at him with an expression, as if if he refused, someone would come and kill him directly.
But once I crown her... no matter how famous I am in the future... I won't be able to get involved in that position...
Ayuduo's hand has already brushed the handle of the knife at this time
However, Plaka snatched the crown from the old man's hand and put it directly into the hands of Gulicha who looked shocked.
Ayuduo also looked shocked. The hand holding the knife could not be closed or released.
"Pfft" Afaf chuckled, "What a wonderful person."
"Brother, it seems that not only did you lose, you also lost completely."
Gulicha looked at Plaka complicatedly, then laughed at himself, looked at the crown close to Chi Chi, and choked up speechlessly.
Then, with a dejected expression, he raised his crown high and stepped forward to crown Afaf.
He said in a complicated tone, "I have met the king."
The ministers then all shouted and saluted
"Meet the King"
Afaf smiled naturally and said lightly, "No courtesy."
At this point, Xirong Dading
