PFC Chapter 200: Send troops? Why send troops without the Huns?
Chapter 200: Send troops? Why send troops without the Huns?
Wang Meng chuckled, "General Xing, have you forgotten? Behind those dandy boys are the most powerful families in the Great Zhou!"
"Sir, what you mean is... Your Highness is playing a big game?!"
Wang Meng nodded slightly, but did not answer directly. Instead, he said meaningfully: "It won't be long before someone can't hold back and will come to us on their own initiative."
Although Xing Daorong was not very smart, he understood Wang Meng's hint. He slapped his thigh and said excitedly.
"Sir, what you mean is that those noble families will voluntarily surrender to us in order to protect their children?!"
Wang Meng smiled and did not deny it.
"This is a really clever move!"
Xing Daorong couldn't help but admire, "Your Highness's move is really a powerful move. Without using a single soldier, you can disintegrate the power of those aristocratic families!"
"I hope everything is as your highness expected."
Wang Meng looked out the window, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes, "But, doing this is not without risks. If those young masters die on the battlefield, I'm afraid His Highness the Seventh Prince will never be able to come back."
"That's right. If he can't come back, then His Highness the Seventh Prince will be in trouble!"
For a moment, Xing Daorong began to sigh.
Seeing this, Wang Meng slowly stood up and laughed, "This is probably not the most difficult thing to do. I estimate that within a few days, the princes will be here."
"What are they here for?"
"What? What else can they do? Of course, they want to win us over."
As he spoke, Wang Meng walked slowly, and Xing Daorong followed closely behind him. "Now the Seventh Prince owns all the cities in Qiongzhou, Yuenan Kingdom, and Dongying Kingdom. It can be said that he is in his prime."
"And now we are sending troops to the Xiongnu, those princes will definitely come to persuade us to surrender."
"It seems that the time has come to test our loyalty!"
"Don't worry, sir! I, Old Xing, only recognize the Seventh Prince in this life!"
Xing Daorong patted his chest and said, "If those princes dare to come, I, Old Xing, will be the first to disagree!"
Wang Meng shook his head helplessly. Xing Daorong only had brute force.
"General Xing, I'm not asking you to stop them, I'm asking you to invite them here."
Wang Meng patiently explained, "Remember, you must be polite and treat them like distinguished guests. Do you understand?"
"Ah? You still have to be polite?"
Xing Daorong scratched his head, looking puzzled. "Sir, aren't we going to give them a warning?"
"A show of force? Who said we were going to show them force? We are trying to win them over, not go to war with them!"
"Oh, I understand!"
Xing Daorong suddenly realized, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely treat them like masters!"
"Go ahead." Wang Meng waved his hand, indicating that Xing Daorong could go and do his work.
Looking at Xing Daorong's receding back, a deep light flashed in Wang Meng's eyes.
Your Highness, I hope your choice is the right one.
at the same time.
On the border between Great Zhou and the Xiongnu, Chu Yang was strolling leisurely with a group of playboys.
"Your Highness, when are we going to fight?"
"That's right. We've been out for several days, why haven't we seen a single Hun?"
"Your Highness, how about we go hunting? I heard that the rabbits on this grassland are very plump!"
Listening to the various complaints coming from his ears, Chu Yang couldn't help but sigh.
These young masters are really a cause for concern!
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that Chu Yang's face looked strange, Ma Su quickly stepped forward and asked cautiously.
"fine."
Chu Yang waved his hands, resisting the urge to kick these guys away, and asked, "You all want to fight?"
"Yeah yeah!"
"I've heard that the Huns are extremely fierce, and we want to see them for ourselves!"
"Hehe, if I could chop off a few Hun heads with my own hands, I would be able to brag about it for the rest of my life!"
Listening to these guys' answers, Chu Yang sneered in his heart.
Bragging for a lifetime?
Just with a bunch of you drunkards, you think you can fight the Huns?
It’s really unbelievable!
If the Huns’ strength wasn’t less than one tenth of what it is now, you wouldn’t have come!
"Your Highness, don't listen to their nonsense. They are just bored and want to have some fun."
Seeing Chu Yang's increasingly ugly expression, Ma Su quickly tried to smooth things over, "Don't worry, we will follow your instructions. We will fight if you say so, and we will retreat if you say so!"
"Yes, yes, we all listen to your highness!"
Others also echoed.
Chu Yang looked at the group of hypocritical guys in front of him and felt even more disgusted.
These guys are all smart people, how could they really want to go to war?
The reason they said this was just to show off in front of me so that I would remember their "contributions"!
"Okay, stop arguing!"
Chu Yang waved his hand impatiently, "I will make my own arrangements!"
Having said that, Chu Yang turned and left, leaving Ma Su and the others looking at each other in bewilderment.
"What's wrong, Your Highness?"
"I don't know. I don't seem to be in a good mood."
"Do you think we're too noisy?"
"It's possible. Let's say less, so as not to upset His Highness."
After Chu Yang returned to his tent, he pondered secretly.
He didn't know how long he would have to stay here, but it would be difficult to deal with it if he went back.
When he goes back, he not only has to fulfill his promise to distribute Japan to the samurai families, but he also has to deal with the issue of Chu Zhenzhou handing over military power.
If we don't go back and keep dragging it on like this, I'm afraid the princes will have already gained a lot of power.
In the end, Chu Yang felt that he had to let his brothers fight, otherwise it would be difficult for him to use troops against the Great Zhou!
That night.
Chu Yang held a banquet in his own tent to entertain Ma Su and other playboys.
After three rounds of drinking, Chu Yang suddenly put down his glass and said seriously, "Everyone, I'm hosting a banquet today, but I have something to ask of you."
"Your Highness, please tell me what you want. We will never refuse even if it means death!"
Ma Su and others quickly stood up and expressed their opinions.
“Okay!” Chu Yang nodded and pointed to an open space outside the tent and said, “I plan to build a magnificent city for you there!”
"Xiongcheng?!"
Upon hearing this, Ma Su and others immediately looked puzzled.
"Your Highness, what are you..."
"You may not know that although I have achieved some success in my previous campaign against the Xiongnu, the Xiongnu are very cunning and have repeatedly harassed our rear. This is really despicable!"
Chu Yang said angrily, "So, I plan to build a strong city as the rear base of our army to completely solve the problem of the Huns' sneak attacks!"
"So that's it!" Ma Su and others suddenly realized and expressed their agreement.
"Your Highness is wise!"
"This is a wonderful move!"
"We will give our full support!"
"it is good!"
Seeing everyone so sensible, Chu Yang sneered in his heart, but remained calm on the surface and continued, "Building a mighty city requires a large amount of materials and manpower. I hope you can help me!"
"Don't worry, Your Highness. We will do our best!"
"Okay, with your words, I feel relieved!"
Chu Yang picked up the wine glass and said loudly, "Come, let's drink together to build a great city!"
"cheers!"
After the banquet, Ma Su and others returned to their tents excitedly.
"Haha, our chance has come!"
"Yes, as long as we perform well, His Highness will definitely reward us handsomely!"
"That's right, when the time comes, we'll just wait for promotion and wealth!"