The three tribes of the Northern Borderline were nomadic tribes, living in tribes for generations.
Because of the characteristic of living by water, the mobility of the three tribes of the Northern Borderline was far greater than that of the farming tribes of the Central Plains.
For this reason, the cohesiveness of individual tribes was very strong, but the cohesiveness between tribes was very poor.
Most of the time, the tribes in the Northern Borderline would have fierce disputes over the ownership of a certain pasture, and it would even evolve into regional wars.
The tribes of the Northern Borderline were like a sheet of loose sand. Even if they were terrifyingly aggressive, they still could not pose a substantial threat to the Central Plains.
They were just scattered sand, what was there to be afraid of?
The appearance of the Northern Border Imperial Court made up for this flaw.
A long time ago, the northern border didn't have an imperial court. There were only three extremely powerful tribes.
One generation had an ambitious successor. This person took the lead as the leader of the tribe, and the other two tribes responded.
The three tribes joined forces to conquer the other tribes in the Northern Borderline.
While fighting and plundering, they devoured their territory and population.
After the unification, the Imperial Court was established in the Northern Borderline. The three major tribes agreed that the three tribes would take turns to be the King of the Imperial Court.
This system was implemented very well at first, but the other two tribes were weakened because of the natural disaster, and their right to speak became smaller and smaller. In the end, the Northern Borderline Royal Family was the only one in power. The Northern Borderline Royal Family was thick-skinned, and simply changed the system of taking turns to be the banker to the next generation.
The forces in the Northern Borderline were in turmoil, splitting and reuniting.
Until today, the current King of the Northern Borderline, with the help of Wu Liba, had become the true leader of the resurgence.
If not for the sudden arrival of the equine plague, perhaps the iron hooves of the Northern Borderline would have already trampled on the land of the Central Plains.
Although the appearance of the Imperial Court had become the glue between the various tribes, the characteristics of the nomadic tribes hadn't changed.
The people of the Northern Borderline were still used to living in tribes.
Sun Wen saw through this, so he used a scheme to sow discord among the princes, causing unrest in the political situation of the Northern Borderline.
Other than the Fourth Prince, who committed suicide to escape punishment, and the Second Prince, who was about to be sacrificed to the flag, the other princes of the Northern Borderline were scattered all over the Northern Borderline. Their actions further tore apart the harmony within the Northern Borderline, making it difficult for the troops everywhere to integrate.
The Northern Borderline was like a hemp rope. If they worked together and exerted their strength in one direction, the combat power they could unleash could change the color of the sun and moon.
If this hemp rope was divided into a dozen strands, an ordinary strong man would be able to break it with a single tug.
It was no longer a dream to break through the Northern Borderline's defense line one by one.
Jiang Pengji praised Sun Wen mercilessly. Not only did she praise him verbally, but she also rewarded him generously.
Firstly, Sun Wen had made great contributions. He was worthy of this honor.
Secondly, Sun Wen showed off his abilities as soon as he arrived. If Jiang Pengji did not back him up, there might be people who would make fun of him.
The greater the power, the more complicated the personnel, and the higher the probability of conflict.
Jiang Pengji didn't expect them to love each other. She just wanted them to do their jobs well and not be a burden to each other.
She had been plotting against the Northern Borderline since she was twelve years old. Now, she had a strong army and sufficient provisions.
Everything was ready except for the arrival of spring.
Although it was said to be a discussion, the few of them gathered together to analyze the actual combat power of the Northern Borderline and various ways to deal with various emergencies.
Sun Wen successfully entered the A-list and was doing very well, but the Northern Borderline was in an uproar.
This could be traced back to a period of time ago.
The Ninth Prince was the big winner who had the last laugh, and he could be said to be proud of himself.
The old King of the Northern Borderline suffered a stroke, and the powerful minister Haluncha supported him with all his might. The Ninth Prince naturally became the Crown Prince and held great power.
The taste of power is intoxicating.
The Ninth Prince enjoyed it for a few days, and finally remembered that he hadn't seen Sun Wen for a few days.
He went to visit him personally, but Sun Wen's "tent" was empty.
Before he left, Sun Wen deliberately set up a diversion and tried to delay as much time as possible.
"Where is he?"
The Ninth Prince was dumbfounded.
Although he didn't have much contact with Sun Wen, he had already relied on him for his divine strategy. The Northern Borderline still needed his assistance.
His subordinate reported that not only was he gone, but Sun Wen's tent had also been violently rummaged through. Everything valuable was gone.
"It seems like it was done by the horse bandits," the subordinate said awkwardly.
The Ninth Prince's mouth twitched. He said, "Horse bandits? Why would there be horse bandits at the place where Mr. Sun lives in seclusion? "
The subordinate said, "But where Mr. Sun lives … there are indeed horse bandits causing trouble …"
The Northern Borderline had a vast territory, and horse bandits ran amok. Not only were the borders of Chongzhou deeply disturbed, but the herdsmen in the Northern Borderline also deeply hated horse bandits.
These horse bandits didn't dare to attack the big tribes. At most, they would wander around the borders of the tribes.
Sun Wen's identity was special. To reduce his presence and prevent others from noticing him, he asked to stay at the borders of the tribes.
There were few people there, and it was hidden, so it was not easy to be discovered.
The Ninth Prince understood everything and gritted his teeth.
"Find him. Even if I have to dig three feet underground, I have to find him. If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his corpse!"
He was still counting on Sun Wen to help him stabilize the Imperial Court and balance the various powers.
After a deeper understanding, the Ninth Prince realized that the salted fish Harrencha could make a comeback because of Sun Wen's meticulous planning.
In other words, if Sun Wen was gone, Harrencha's value would be greatly reduced.
What use did he have for a salted fish?
With Sun Wen's disappearance, the horse bandits in the Northern Borderline suffered. Dozens of horse bandits' nests were wiped out.
However, no matter how many horse bandits' nests were wiped out, they couldn't find Sun Wen's whereabouts.
At the same time, a few princes who had escaped to their fief rubbed their palms together, wanting to force the Imperial Court to hand over its power. This gave the Ninth Prince a headache.
"Have you found him?"
The Ninth Prince was also in a frenzy. The pressure from the Imperial Court and his brothers was almost crushing his spine.
"No, no …" the subordinate who reported timidly said in a low voice.
"Trash … why aren't you going to find him …"
The Ninth Prince panted heavily. He lifted his hands and swept everything he could touch to the ground.
As time passed, some people suspected that Sun Wen might not have been kidnapped by the horse bandits, but that he had run away.
However, this reason was simply a joke in the eyes of the Ninth Prince.
Sun Wen tried his best to help him rise to power, helping him get rid of one obstacle after another. He was about to succeed, so why would he run away?
It didn't make sense at all.
As time passed, no matter how unwilling the Ninth Prince was, he had to admit that something had happened to Sun Wen.
Without Sun Wen's advice, how could the Ninth Prince deal with the sly old fox and his aggressive brothers in the court?
The more forceful he was, the more it would rebound.
At that moment, the Northern Borderline received a declaration of war against the Northern Borderline from Chongzhou. To a certain extent, it helped the Ninth Prince attract all the attention.
This was the second declaration of war from Jiang Pengji.
Compared to the first warning, the wording this time was much harsher. It was a completely incompatible attitude.
The Ninth Prince said this at the court meeting. The officials were in an uproar and everyone was anxious.
"Does anyone have a plan to deal with it?"
The Ninth Prince sat on the throne and looked around. The officials who met his gaze lowered their heads and closed their eyes, not daring to look him in the eye.
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