"Believe me, as the leader of the federation, my allowance is very high!!!"
Jiang Pengji was a genetic warrior. The risk of her mission was extremely high, and the federal military's allowance was considerable.
Of course, if her salary was compared to other army commanders, it would probably be trash.
Everyone else had a backer. They were either from an aristocratic family or had a family inheritance. She was the only one who fought with her bare hands.
Speaking of which, it was quite inspiring!
Her only regret was that she hadn't spent the little money she had saved up after decades of struggling.
She had fought for the federation for more than 30 years, but she hadn't even received a year's pension.
Feng Zhen secretly rolled his eyes. "How much yellow soup did my lord secretly drink today?"
If she hadn't drunk too much yellow soup, why would she be talking nonsense?
In the face of his lord's intermittent spasms, Feng Langzi was used to it.
The camp was calm and peaceful. Every day, the "no war" sign was hung high. No matter how the Northern Borderline challenged them, they refused to go out and secretly made bamboo rafts and wooden boats.
Jiang Pengji was calm, but the Northern Borderline couldn't take it anymore.
It was because the Maynu tribe's food reserves were insufficient to provide for the normal expenses of the tens of thousands of troops.
Jiang Pengji could waste time, but the Northern Borderline couldn't.
The only way the Third Prince could think of was to borrow food.
However —
"… That fool is too stupid. Which large tribe in the Northern Borderline hasn't been offended by him?" The Third Prince rubbed his brows. He shamelessly sent letters to the tribes near the Yi River to borrow food, but they rejected him as soon as they heard his intention. They all complained about being poor.
The acting king had already exploited them once. If the Third Prince borrowed food from them again, the tribes and herdsmen would starve to death.
"The tribe's food reserves are only enough for ten days. If we don't solve this problem —"
The Third Prince was much more reliable than the previous acting king. After all, he was a student taught by Wu Liba. He had ambition and brains.
Faced with the predicament of a food shortage, he thought of many ways, but the other tribes refused to buy it.
Those who were willing to buy and borrow food openly and secretly demanded an exorbitant price. The Third Prince was so angry that his face darkened.
The Third Prince fidgeted with the braid on his head and asked Wu Liba, "Teacher, do you have any good ideas?"
The Northern Borderline was too passive now.
They couldn't borrow food from other tribes, so they attacked Jiang Pengji. Haha, Wu Liba was a good example.
With that, there was no other way out.
Wu Liba looked at the flickering candle on the table with a gloomy expression.
It was impossible for him not to be angry when the Northern Borderline's good cards were played to this extent.
But no matter what, Wu Liba would not easily give up on the Northern Borderline unless he died!
The next day, things took a turn for the better.
The Third Prince stared at the man in front of him, the former Crown Prince.
The enemy had led thirty thousand elites and five hundred thousand dans of rations to the frontlines. On the surface, they were here to provide support, but in reality, they were here to seize power.
Wu Liba looked on coldly and laughed mirthlessly. "This old man has really misjudged him. I did not expect the incompetent First Prince to have such shrewdness. He used all kinds of methods to defile himself and was even abandoned by the King. I didn't expect that he would secretly amass 30,000 elites and so much food. "
Was the Northern Borderline completely finished?
Not only did the princes not unite to fight against the enemy, but they also returned to their own fiefs and contacted their mother's forces, as if they were brothers fighting against each other.
Wu Liba could not help but feel suspicious.
Had Liu Xi already predicted this situation?
Did she deliberately avoid the battle just to consume the food of the Northern Borderline Camp and watch the princes of the Northern Borderline fight amongst themselves?
In the face of a great enemy, instead of thinking about defending against external enemies, they wanted to stir up internal strife and pacify the outside world. Were they all out of their minds?
Wu Liba still did not know that his prediction was about to become a prophecy.
Everyone's minds were really going to be flooded with water!
"Recently, the rain has been getting heavier. The water level of the Yi River is already level with the river bank. It's estimated that it will be soon."
Feng Zhen took off his wet straw cape. He really did not expect such a terrible rainstorm to happen in the Northern Borderline.
Jiang Pengji said, "Are the boats and bamboo rafts ready?"
"Enough."
Two days had passed since this conversation. In the middle of the night …
The people of the Maynu tribe fell into a deep sleep. Half asleep and half awake, the ground trembled and they heard the roar of waves.
Many herdsmen woke up from their dreams and were shocked to find that water had seeped into their tents. Not long after, the water level reached their calves.
What had happened?
The herdsmen were stunned for a moment and then realized that the Yi River had been released.
"Everyone, wake up. The Water God is angry."
"Wake up. Everyone, wake up."
"The Water God is angry. Everyone, run for your lives."
The sky was dark and the curtain of rain blocked their vision.
At this time, the sky was constantly raining. The sound of waves in the distance was getting closer and closer. The trembling under their feet was getting more intense.
"What is that?"
Someone shouted in horror in the midst of the noise. The shadow of the distant horizon was approaching them.
Wu Liba and the Third Prince had been discussing military affairs that night. When the rain outside increased and the Yi River flowed backward, they reacted.
Their first reaction was to order the Northern Borderline soldiers and tribal herdsmen to evacuate from the banks of the Yi River and move toward the highlands and mountains.
"The heavens want to destroy the Northern Borderline."
Wu Liba and the others reacted quickly. They were of the privileged class and enjoyed the priority of escaping.
In the hazy night, he could barely see the rushing river below. It swept everything away with great momentum.
Too many herdsmen and soldiers who could not escape in time were washed away by the roaring water.
Facing Jiang Pengji, Wu Liba could still persuade himself that he could win next time if he failed this time.
In the face of a flood that could not be resisted, he could not muster any thoughts of resistance.
How could humans fight against nature?
The Third Prince shook Wu Liba out of his bewilderment. He said, "Teacher, don't be bewildered. Although it is the rainy season now, there is nothing unusual about the Yi River. The experienced elders in the tribe also did not notice any signs of the Yi River flooding. There must be something fishy behind this …"
If it was a natural disaster, there would at least be a warning, but this time it came so suddenly.
It was more like …
It was more like someone intercepted the water upstream and took advantage of the time when the Yi River reached the banks to release the water in one go.
Looking at the situation, all the tribes along the Yi River were in trouble!
However, was this something that could be done by humans?
A bone-chilling coldness spread wildly in his heart. He could not control it.
Although the Yi River was not the largest river in the Northern Borderline, the land around it was one of the most fertile. Many tribes of various sizes gathered along the banks. If all these tribes were to suffer, the number of deaths would be unimaginable!
The flood came suddenly and left abruptly.
By the second half of the night, the water had mostly calmed down.
"Wait … What is that?"
The Third Prince, Wu Liba, and the Eldest Prince, who looked gloomy, gathered together. Both sides counted the remaining troops. Their faces were so gloomy that it could drip water.
At that moment, a soldier's low voice caught their attention.
They widened their eyes and could barely see the densely packed black spots floating on the surface of the river.
"Those things are coming towards us …"
Everyone looked carefully and saw that the black spots were indeed moving towards them.
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