Banyuan: "Sigh, the streamer is going crazy. I haven't seen her swear before."
Leisurely Xianshan: "If it were me, I'd be angry too. The Meng's of Cangzhou must have a hole in their brain. For ten times the profit, they actually sold such an important strategic resource, the mares of the right age, to a foreign tribe at the border." It was one thing to sell it, but this foreign race was going to attack the Central Plains.
Qixingsu: "I can understand why the host is so angry. A well-bred mare of suitable age is equivalent to a strategic resource like tank ammunition." No matter how short of money the motherland was, it would not sell it to a country that was hostile to it and constantly wanted to invade it.
If the aristocrats of Chongzhou chose to collude with the nobles of the Northern Borderline to harm Jiang Pengji for the sake of their family's interests, then what about the Meng family of Cangzhou?
If the foreign tribes of the Northern Borderline were to quickly recover their strength with the help of the mare, they would mobilize their troops to the Central Plains and slaughter the Han people. The Meng family of Cangzhou would be the greatest sinner of all time.
The Meng Family of Cangzhou didn't help them, knowing that their streamer had been cultivating for several years and was pointing her sword at the Northern Borderline. Not only did the Meng Family of Cangzhou not help, but they also hit her when she was down.
If the world was in danger, no matter how much money the Meng's collected, it would only benefit others in the end.
Women in Disguise: "Fortunately, we discovered it early. If we discovered it two years later, the cavalry of the Northern Borderline would have recovered at least 40% of their combat power."
Meet You 21 Years Old: "I suddenly thought of something. The three families of the Northern Borderline bought so many mares from the Meng family of Cangzhou at ten times the price. They must be very tight financially, right?" The streamer plans to attack the Northern Borderline next spring. The three tribes of the Northern Borderline have no time to profit … In other words, the Northern Borderline is in a very awkward situation. If the host wins, tsk tsk, it will be a huge profit.
Thorns Bloom: "Hahaha, I was just about to say this. If the Northern Borderline is attacked, they will probably be stunned."
Was it a pleasant surprise?
Was it a surprise?
Wasn't it exciting?
The benefits brought by the mares would take time to show. Jiang Pengji did not intend to give them another three years to recuperate.
Ye Wu Yan Ling: "We can't be too optimistic. The Northern Borderline is vast and powerful. Their strength lay not only in their cavalry, but also in their ability to fight on horseback. The host has more than a hundred thousand troops under her command, and they are elite soldiers who have been carefully trained for two to three years. It may seem like a lot, but it is impossible for all of them to be deployed on the battlefield. She also needed to leave some people behind to protect the territory under her rule, in case someone took advantage of the situation to invade. In other words, only seventy to eighty thousand soldiers could be sent to the battlefield. Don't you think it's too strenuous for seventy to eighty thousand people to fight against the Northern Borderline?
The northern borderline could even beat up the whole of Dongqing, let alone Jiang Pengji who currently occupied less than one-third of Dongqing's territory.
Zhaoren: "Our ancestor Sun Tzu's Art of War said it well. Victory is the most important thing in war, not the long duration. If the long duration lasts, the soldiers will be blunt. If the city is besieged, the soldiers will lose their strength. If they lose their strength, the goods will be exhausted. If the host is dragged into the mire of a tug-of-war by the Northern Borderline, her chances of further development will be very slim. Will the feudal vassals around her turn a blind eye? At that time, not only would she have to face the suppression of the Northern Borderline's heavy troops, but she would also have to worry about the stirring feudal vassal forces behind her.
The larger the war, the more important it was to end it as quickly as possible.
With every day that passed, the risks they faced would increase.
Even a big country could not withstand a prolonged tug-of-war, let alone a small vassal like Jiang Pengji.
Fortunately, the Northern Borderline thought they were smart and made a stupid move. They greatly underestimated Jiang Pengji's strength and ambition.
If it had been other feudal vassals, they might not have dared to take the initiative to stroke the tiger's whiskers in the northern frontier, much less three years.
The Northern Borderline could take advantage of the gap of a few years to recover its vitality as soon as possible and recover the investment it had invested.
After taking a breather, they could regain their arrogance.
However, this was Jiang Pengji.
She started plotting against the people of the Northern Borderline at the age of 12. Would she watch such a good opportunity slip away from her eyes?
Now, it was time to consider pulling in the net.
Jiang Pengji said with a serious expression, "This matter is very important. The secret must not be leaked and the Northern Borderline will find out in advance."
It was not that she did not trust the people present, but the ancient people's awareness of military secrets was too poor.
In the history of the previous dynasty, how many coups had failed because of the leak of secrets?
Returning to her own tent, Jiang Pengji wrote a secret letter and sent it to Shangjing at an urgent speed.
While waiting for Wei Ci's news, she began to make preparations.
Cui Yu followed Jiang Pengji's orders and increased the number of merchants heading to the Northern Borderline.
In order to gain the trust of the Northern Borderline, Cui Yu smuggled rice paper at a high price with Jiang Pengji's tacit approval. Using this method, the Cui family's business reached out to the political class of the Northern Borderline. Although they did not obtain a huge secret, they gathered a lot of useful information.
Wei Ci received the secret letter and packed his luggage overnight, preparing to rush to Chongzhou.
At the same time, the news from the Cui family's caravan lifted the spirits of Jiang Pengji and the rest.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It seems that wild rabbits are quite powerful."
Herdsmen reared rabbits privately. There would always be rabbits that escaped carelessly and turned from domestic rabbits to wild rabbits. They took root and bred.
Many wild rabbits sneaked into the pasture of the horse farm and dug rabbit holes one after another.
At first, it was nothing, but when there were more rabbit holes, it was inevitable that horses would step into them.
The lucky ones were safe and sound, while the unlucky ones had their legs broken.
If a good horse's leg was not carefully cared for, it would be difficult to recover to its pre-injury state.
In other words, the horse would be crippled.
Before that, there were rabbits on the grasslands, but due to the restrictions of natural enemies and human activities, their numbers were limited to a certain range.
Now, herdsmen reared wild rabbits privately, causing the number of wild rabbits to increase dramatically.
However, the natural food chain had a certain degree of self-regulation.
The increase in the number of wild rabbits fed more wild wolves on the grasslands.
The number of wild wolves on the grasslands increased, requiring more wild rabbits as food.
For a time, both parties maintained a delicate balance.
Wild wolves had always been a headache for the horse farms. They were fierce by nature and often moved in groups.
Every time they appeared, they would cause many casualties and bring great damage to the horse farms.
Not only the increase in the number of wild wolves, but from time to time, there would be news of the horses' legs being injured.
Once or twice was not a big deal, but when the reports increased, it quickly attracted the attention of the upper management of the horse farms.
They sent people to find the source of the horse's leg injury and soon found the answer — rabbit holes.
Rabbit holes were not unfamiliar to the grassland herdsmen.
"These bastards!"
They gritted their teeth in anger and felt their hearts bleed.
The horse farms organized people to catch rabbits, but they greatly underestimated the number of rabbits. They could not find a solution to the rabbit hole problem.
"These bastards must have taken the wrong medicine. Why are there so many of them?"
The owner of the horse farm was dumbfounded. He still did not realize the seriousness of the matter.
It was not until a few horse farms faced the same problem that they came to their senses and hurriedly reported the problem to their superiors.
The wise man of this generation in the Northern Borderline was Wu Liba.
As a key figure, many matters had to go through his hands. After screening, the important reports would be sent to the King of the Northern Borderline.
"Why are there so many rabbit holes in the horse farms?"
Wu Liba keenly noticed the abnormality.
He did not submit the reports to the King of the Northern Borderline. Instead, he personally went to each horse farm to carefully understand the situation.
After asking, he only had one thought in his mind —
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