Although the scholar wasn't smart, he wasn't completely brainless.
"I want some time alone … This … This is a trap … What's wrong …"
The scholar gritted his teeth in pain. He felt nauseous, and sweat oozed out of his pores.
His mind was muddled, like a messy ball of yarn that couldn't be cut. He couldn't find any clues.
Faced with this situation, the scholar subconsciously wanted to ask An Cui for advice … No … An Cui!
The scholar felt a flash of inspiration in his mind. His blocked and muddled mind suddenly became clear. He knew what was wrong!
It was An Cui!
The scholar gripped the handrail tightly, barely supporting his body from falling.
His eyes were fierce and full of murderous intent. He gritted his teeth and found someone to secretly contact An Cui.
If An Cui hadn't offered several strategies, how could the situation be like this?
This scoundrel seemed to be thinking for the Red Lotus Group, but in reality, he had hidden evil intentions. He wanted to kill the entire group.
This was probably the smartest moment of the scholar's life. Many seemingly inconspicuous details became abnormally clear.
An Cui had initially determined that Liu Xi and his group would attack Fenghu County first because the mountain road to Fenghu County was short, making it convenient for a sneak attack.
And the result?
The scholar believed An Cui's inference and withdrew the garrison of Jinmen County. He guarded Fenghu County with fear and trepidation, but the result was that Jinmen County was lost that night. The three thousand soldiers sent by the scholar to ambush failed and were seen through by Liu Xi. In the end, they suffered a double loss.
Before Jinmen County fell, An Cui went to Red Lotus County. Not long after, the second-in-command betrayed the leader and occupied Red Lotus County.
After that, the scholar received a secret letter from An Cui. The letter told him that the leader of the Red Lotus Group had been captured by the second-in-command and taken to Qiuyu County.
The scholar had no choice but to split his troops into two. One would attack Jinmen County, and the other would rush to Qiuyu County to save the leader.
When the scholar led his troops and the second-in-command's rebel army in Qiuyu County confronted each other and restrained each other, Red Lotus County fell and Fenghu County was taken.
It seemed that not only had An Cui played him, but the stupid second-in-command had also been played by An Cui.
Without An Cui's secret help, how could Red Lotus County have fallen so quickly?
Understanding this, the scholar felt a sweetness in his throat. The taste of iron rose from his throat, and he fainted from anger.
"Military Counselor! Counselor! "
"Military Advisor —"
"Advisor? Someone, call the doctor over! "
The scholar's face was pale, and his body was on the verge of collapse. It was a heart-wrenching sight.
When he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, scaring the crowd even more.
The scene was chaotic and out of control.
As for the culprit behind all this?
Seeing that the situation was not good, An Cui had already used the Cicada Shedding Carapace to escape with his sworn brothers.
The dark-faced man asked in a low, muffled voice, "Big Brother, do you think that Liu Xi will keep his promise?"
An Cui was wearing a large winter cloak. He stood outside the cave and looked into the distance. His eyes seemed to pierce through the mountains and land on Qiuyu County.
"Liu Xi will keep his promise."
"I don't think he would dare … Big Brother has been so busy with Liu Xi's affairs these past few days that he's lost weight."
The corners of An Cui's lips curled up, and a sharpness appeared in his eyes.
His previous dispiritedness had been swept away, and he vaguely carried a trace of high spirits that he hadn't seen in a long time.
He knew very well how many troops the Red Lotus Group had.
There were at least fifty thousand captives that Liu Xi had captured!
According to the agreement of ten men and horses, An Cui could get five to six thousand men and horses, as well as a generous sum of provisions and money.
With these assets, An Cui also had the capital to join the rescue of the Emperor in Dongqing.
If it was done properly, he might be able to borrow more troops and rope in more top talents.
When that time came …
He must kill his way back to his homeland and make the traitors of the four factions of Nanman pay with their blood!
Thinking of this, countless scattered scenes flashed before his eyes. Each scene was filled with terrified screams, spreading blood, crying of despair, the wanton laughter of the enemy, the raised butcher's knife, rolling heads, broken limbs, and scattered internal organs …
Since he was born, An Cui had been the noble son of the An family. He was the favored son of God that everyone sought after. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
These were the sins of the four factions of Nanman. Naturally, they had to be paid with blood.
As long as An Cui was still alive, he would never let go of this hatred.
With him, there would be no Nanman!
An Cui's sworn brothers looked at each other. They knew that their eldest brother was beginning to reminisce about the past again.
They had just conquered the three districts of Red Lotus, Fenghu, and Jinmen, and their foundations were not yet stable. The Red Lotus Group had been developing in Chengde County for many years and had many brainless believers.
In order not to fail, Jiang Pengji ordered Qiguan Rang and the others to consolidate their foundations and integrate the troops. At the same time, they had a deeper understanding of the situation in the three districts.
They had to understand the ins and outs of the situation so that they could prescribe the right medicine in the future.
After all, brainless believers were in the minority. Most of the people still followed blindly.
The former was incurable, but the latter could still be saved.
For the common people, it didn't matter who the officials were. What mattered was whether the officials could bring them a good life, whether they could provide them with a place of protection in this chaotic world. As long as they understood the problems of the people in the three districts and prescribed the right medicine, they would know that following Jiang Pengji was far more promising than following the Red Lotus Group. The people would naturally submit to her.
Of course … the Red Lotus Group's methods of brainwashing its believers inspired Jiang Pengji.
The Red Lotus Group could use deals and propaganda to discredit others and build momentum for the "sacred group." Naturally, Jiang Pengji could do the same.
This method could also be used in the military camp to teach loyalty to the soldiers. Hadn't the audience in the livestream recommended the position of "political commissar" to her?
However, the position of political commissar required someone with a certain level of knowledge. What Jiang Pengji lacked the most at the moment was intermediate talents, so she could only put this plan aside. However, there was no need for such high-end talents to "brainwash" the people, and there was no need to wait for the implementation in the future.
During the period of rest and reorganization, Jiang Pengji was not idle.
"Jing Rong, come over and take a look. What do you think of this nursery rhyme?"
Jiang Pengji was dressed in brown linen clothes. Her long hair draped over her shoulders without a crown. She looked a little unrestrained and romantic.
It was extremely rude and unrestrained to go out and meet guests without a crown. It was almost equivalent to sitting in front of others.
However, looking at her long jet-black hair that was still damp, it seemed that she had just taken a bath.
Yang Si swallowed the words that he was about to blurt out and said, "The weather is cold now. How can my lord not take care of your body?"
The colder the weather was, the more important it was to keep warm.
Jiang Pengji grabbed her long wet hair and raised her eyelids carelessly.
"My body is very good. I don't have any minor disasters or illnesses all year round. Moreover, there is a charcoal brazier in the house, so it's very warm."
After she finished speaking, she handed the roll of bamboo slips in her hand to Yang Si.
Yang Si took it and looked at it. "What is this? This is … a nursery rhyme? "
The handwriting on the bamboo slips was vigorous and powerful. The words were written in bold and flamboyant calligraphy. One could not help but sigh with emotion. The words were like the person.
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