The Ninth Prince looked at the officials who were talking about him in court and felt very annoyed.
If it was Mister Sun Wen, he definitely wouldn't be vague or evasive. What was the use of keeping these useless people?
"Why don't we … send someone to sue for peace?"
The Northern Borderline was very poor now and couldn't afford the funds needed for war. When the time came, wouldn't they have to take military funds from the various tribes?
The group of nobles was also used to living a luxurious and peaceful life. They ate, drank, and played and didn't want to fight at all.
If war broke out, it would hurt their interests. Who would be willing to fight?
The Ninth Prince was so angry that he laughed. The war hadn't even started and the people below were already thinking about how to sue for peace. Were they still the people of the Northern Borderline?
"Sue for peace? Why don't you send someone to wag his tail at Liu Xi and beg for mercy? "
The Ninth Prince's temper flared up and he directly scolded that person.
Before the horse plague in the Northern Borderline, they were still sharpening their swords and preparing to send troops to the Central Plains. It had only been a few years and a group of officials wanted to negotiate for peace without even fighting a war?
The official was scolded by the Ninth Prince and his old face turned green and black.
Although he didn't flare up in court, he remembered it and directly hated the Ninth Prince.
"Acting King, in my opinion, this war can't be avoided. If we talk about peace now, it will undoubtedly help the others and diminish our own prestige. " An old Northern Borderline official stepped out and said, "The most important thing now is to reorganize the troops and prepare to face the enemy."
This old official said a bunch of nonsense, but it was better than talking about peace.
The Ninth Prince also wanted to take this opportunity to take back the military power of the various tribes. The official's words were exactly what he wanted.
"That makes sense." The Ninth Prince said, "There is a strong enemy outside. The entire Northern Borderline should work together to fight against the enemy!"
A few of his brothers ran to the fief and gathered troops. It was obvious that they wanted to pull the Acting King down from his throne.
How could the Ninth Prince let them do as they wished?
He might as well take back the military power in their hands while they were at war.
Without the military power, no matter how capable his brothers were, they wouldn't be able to cause much trouble.
The Ninth Prince's abacus was very loud.
He knew that the Northern Borderline Royal Court was short of finances, but a lack of money was one thing and a war was another.
The cavalry's strength was greatly reduced, but the infantry's strength was still there. The three tribes of the Northern Borderline could fight on and off horses.
The warriors fought fiercely, tyrannical and fearless.
From the Ninth Prince's point of view, Jiang Pengji's decision to attack the Northern Borderline was akin to shooting herself in the foot.
The northern borderline was not even afraid of Dongqing, so why would they be afraid of a small feudal vassal of Dongqing?
Hitting a rock with an egg was extremely foolish.
The Ninth Prince's plan was brilliant, but little did he know that the actual execution of this plan was fraught with difficulties.
He knew that he could use this opportunity to take back his military power, but how could his brother not know what he was planning?
Don't think that he's the only smart person in the world.
Once he gave up his military power, he would be like a tiger without its teeth and claws. In the future, his life and death would be up to the hunter's whims.
Handing over the military power would mean death, but not handing over the military power would make the Ninth Prince afraid. Only a fool would obey orders.
After weighing the pros and cons, these princes of the Northern Borderline all chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
As the "acting king," the Ninth Prince's first order was met with all kinds of prevarications, with little effect. He was so angry that his chest hurt.
"Bastard! I am the king of the Northern Kingdom, how dare they disobey my order!"
The Ninth Prince gritted his teeth in anger. If he had known this would happen, he would have asked Sun Wen to kill them.
Thinking of Sun Wen, the Ninth Prince's heart ached even more.
The Ninth Prince heaved a long sigh and muttered, "If Zaidao was still here, why would I need to suffer their wrath?"
Sun Wen was already deified in the Ninth Prince's heart, becoming a cinnabar mole that could not be erased.
On the second day of the second month, the dragon raised its head.
This year was destined to be an extraordinary one. Jiang Pengji, who had been dormant for years, finally revealed her fangs.
Seeing that the spring plowing season was approaching, the mobilization of troops at the border of the Northern Borderline and Chongzhou became more frequent. Occasionally, small-scale conflicts would break out.
The atmosphere of war became more intense, as if a storm was brewing.
In the same year, the Meng family of Cangzhou and Huang Song officially broke off. The conflict between the Xu and Pei brothers reached its climax. Zhangzhou's Yang Tao completely gained a foothold.
The land of Dongqing was swallowed alive by a giant beast named "War". It was swallowed into its stomach.
"Liu Xi and the Northern Borderline, Xu Pei and Xu Fei, Huang Song and the Meng family of Cangzhou … these few families have stirred up the whole of Dongqing."
Yang Tao frowned.
Every family was at war, which meant that their development would temporarily stop. This was a good opportunity for him to grow stronger!
If he waited for them to decide the winner, Yang Tao would only have Zhangzhou. He might be targeted by a few families.
Only by strengthening himself could he survive in this chaotic world.
But … where else in Dongqing could he fight?
Yang Tao scratched his head, troubled.
Yan Lin said, "The world is big, Dongqing is not the only country."
Yang Tao was dumbfounded. "Huh?"
Yan Lin smiled faintly. "Do you want to compete with Liu Xi and the others?"
Yang Tao said bluntly, "When the gods fight, what's the use of mortals? Even if we want to compete, now is not the time. "
His foundation was not as stable as Jiang Pengji and the others. If he snatched food from their mouths, it would be a strenuous and unrewarding task.
Yan Lin looked down and said coldly, "The fake emperor escaped into Nansheng with his defeated army. This is a good excuse for us to attack."
Dongqing's territory had already been occupied by a few gods, but other countries had not, especially Nansheng!
The fake emperor, Prince Changshou, had escaped to Nansheng. Yang Tao could use this excuse to attack Nansheng's territory.
Yan Lin said, "The feudal lords of Dongqing have more or less established themselves. It's hard to shake them now. Why don't you find another way out, my lord? From my point of view, Nansheng is a good choice. After the four factions of Nanman attacked Nansheng, the feudal lords of Nansheng rose in revolt. Unfortunately, the four factions of Nanman were strong and powerful. Both sides suffered heavy casualties. Nansheng didn't have a chance to rest and recuperate. Why don't you take this opportunity to enter Nansheng and focus on developing … When your power grows and you have enough power, it won't be too late to turn around and counterattack. What do you think, my lord? "
The cake of Dongqing was almost divided up. If Yang Tao wanted to get involved, he would have to fight with the feudal lords. It was too difficult.
Instead of that, he might as well settle for another cake.
If it was during peaceful times, how could he just casually send troops into another country's territory?
He dared to try?
Things were different now.
Nansheng had been destroyed. All kinds of fake governments were growing crazily like chives. No one was legitimate. No one would say anything if Yang Tao wanted to interfere.
Yang Tao had a good reason to do so. The fake emperor, Prince Changshou, was his enemy. Couldn't he go after his enemy across borders?
"Alright, then I'll listen to Shaoyang."
Yang Tao could fight, but he couldn't use his brain. Anyway, he had Yan Lin, his external brain. It was not his turn to think about such things.
After more than a month, the spring plowing was coming to an end. Jiang Pengji had completed the final mobilization of the troops.
"Is the second prince of the Northern Borderline still alive?" Jiang Pengji turned her head and asked.
Qiguan Rang waved his feather fan lightly. "He's still alive. Why did you suddenly mention him?"
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