When Wei Hu entered the camp, there was no welcoming ceremony. Yang Jian arranged a military tent for him and gave it to a vanguard general like Nezha. He also ordered Li Jing to draft a memorial. King Wu would reward him in two days.
That had almost become the standard treatment for disciples of Chanism in the Zhou Army.
Yang Jian did not meet Wei Hu alone. Instead, he discussed the deployment of the Zhou Army with Li Jing, Deng Chanyu, and Huang Feihu overnight.
If they wanted to attack Shang, they had to start preparing. They had to train their troops everywhere and send elite troops to the north and south of the Zhou Nation. The three armies would advance together and suppress the Shang Dynasty in one fell swoop.
The main force was still the million elite soldiers there. These soldiers had fought with Yang Jian from the foot of Mount Qi to the border of the Zhou Nation. They had been in battle for a long time and were the most powerful troops.
However, a million elite soldiers were clearly not enough. The Zhou Nation needed at least two million elite soldiers and more than five million troops stationed everywhere. Only then could they have the strength to maintain the situation in the South Continent after attacking Chaoge City.
Although the policy of controlling the number of troops controlled by the vassals was good, it also increased the military affairs of the Zhou Nation. Although Yang Jian had reformed the system of the General's Residence, it still made the ministers of the Zhou Nation feel pressured.
These were things that King Wu had to worry about. After all, Yang Jian would only be in charge until the end of the God-Conferment Ceremony. Once the South Continent was stabilized, he would leave.
There was only Su Hu and Zheng Lun in Azure Dragon Pass. Yang Jian could not be bothered with them. He continued to hold back and let the Shang army suffer on their own.
The Shang army did not dare to leave Azure Dragon Pass and only defended.
Fortunately, Daji had spoken up for Su Hu in Chaoge City this time. Di Xin did not get angry. He even sympathized with his father-in-law and got someone to send wine and beauties to reward him.
Yang Jian gathered a group of strategists in the main tent. Together with more than a dozen generals, they discussed for more than half a month. Only then did the North, South, and East armies come up with a proper plan, from the candidates to the allocation of rations and fodder, as well as the places to replenish the troops.
Deng Chanyu's expression was slightly pale. Naturally, it was because she had worked too hard for a long time.
"Prime Minister, when are we attacking the Shang Dynasty?" Deng Chanyu asked. Everyone in the tent looked over.
Yang Jian pondered for a while. If he made a decision, the heavenly secrets would change. The entire God-Conferment Tribulation would be stirred up everywhere.
As the saying goes, you can't fight a battle unprepared. But even if you prepared, what could you prepare?
The God-Conferment Tribulation was a battle between Dao Sect cultivators. There was nothing to prepare for.
"When the three armies are ready, and when the envoys of Marquis Dong Bo and Marquis Nan Bo arrive," Yang Jian's words were powerful and resonant, causing many generals' blood to boil. "When the time comes, the King will give the order and it will be the time when Yin Shang is destroyed and the tyrant is beheaded!"
The corners of Deng Chanyu's mouth curled into a smile. The soldiers memorized Yang Jian's words. Every few days, they would spread throughout the Zhou Camp, Zhou Di, and even the South Continent.
Ever since Yang Jian became the Prime Minister, the strength that Zhou had accumulated for many years finally began to show.
In the Zhou Capital, after Huang Feihu and Deng Jiugong rushed back, they began to mobilize the troops and rations. The troops headed towards the southern border of the Zhou Nation and the northern border of the Zhou Nation — the place where the former Marquis of the North, Chong Hu, and the Marquis of the North were gathered.
The troops in the north were the most numerous. Basically, the troops sent by the various vassals of the Zhou Nation were sent to the north. In Yang Jian's vision, there would be 1.8 million troops in the next three years. Li Jing, Nangong Shi, and the Duke of Zhou would be the main generals of the North Road.
Why did he gather the main troops in the north? Naturally, Yang Jian had his concerns.
Thinking about it carefully, the God-Conferment Battle erupted with their main army. Most of the subsequent battles were gathered at the front line of the five passes, which was the eastern army.
When the immortals fought, the mortals would suffer. If there were too many troops in the eastern army, if anything happened, the Zhou Army would be greatly damaged and the "cycle" of the God-Conferment Battle would be delayed.
With Li Jing in the North Road, Yang Jian was at ease. At most, he could let his three sons go over to help. It could be considered giving the Li family enough authority.
However, the Li father and son would not be reluctant to part with the power of mortals.
The commanders of the South Road were Deng Jiugong and Deng Chanyu. When the time came, they would be accompanied by Wei Hu and Lei Zhenzi. There was no need to worry.
The main general of the East Road was naturally Yang Jian himself. If the Zhou Nation attacked, it would be the final battle of the God-Conferment Tribulation. He could not continue to slack off.
Yang Jian decided on those important matters. The next thing was to assign the various departments and generals to carry them out.
After being busy for half a month, Yang Jian did not rest much. He began to study the battle array with his junior brothers.
As long as he was free, Yang Jian would search for the whereabouts of Lu Yue's essence soul. However, he knew that Lu Yue must have run back to his lair or even to Golden Ao Island. It did not matter if he could not find him.
Just like that, a month after Lu Yue's attack, Yang Jian finally had time to rest for half a day.
He called a few junior brothers to drink in the tent. They chatted happily.
Deng Chanyu and Ji Qianhua served him wine and dishes. This was also the face that only Yang Jian had.
As they chatted, the topic somehow turned to romance. Muzha smiled and asked, "Is there any general in the army that General Chanyu likes?"
"Second General Li must be joking." Deng Chanyu chuckled. "I am busy with military affairs and have no time to care."
Nezha looked at Muzha and muttered softly, "Second brother, don't tell me you are secretly in love with General Chanyu?"
Yang Jian scolded jokingly, "What do you mean by love? Is that his heart? "
Muzha rubbed the tip of his nose awkwardly. Jinzha, who was at the side, smiled and teased, "If Second Brother really has such intentions, you should tell General Chanyu about it. If General Chanyu doesn't like you, you should cultivate obediently. Who knows, General Chanyu might have a good impression of you. "
Deng Chanyu smiled and shook her head. She stood behind Yang Jian with Ji Qianhua and rejected the matter with her gaze.
"Don't pull me! I was just asking! " Muzha hurriedly explained and knocked on Wei Hu's wine cup with his chopsticks. "Junior Brother Wei Hu, say it. Which man wouldn't be tempted by a beautiful and intelligent woman like General Chanyu?"
Wei Hu smiled and nodded. "General Chanyu's elegance is rarely heard of in the Three Realms."
Nezha, "Eldest Senior Brother, he wouldn't be tempted."
Yang Jian, who was about to raise his cup, glared at Nezha. Nezha smiled innocently and kicked Huang Tianhua under the table.
"Come, come, let's drink." Yang Jian raised his cup and invited them. The seven drank together and looked at each other and laughed.
Yang Jian, Nezha, Leizhenzi, Jinzha, Muzha, Wei Hu, and Huang Tianhua. Among the third generation of Chanism, these were the seven most dazzling pearls. They were also the seven disciples that Chanism had put in a lot of effort to nurture.
Tu Xingsun could have sat at the same table, but unfortunately, he could not control his lower body. At that moment, he was still cultivating in the mountain and enduring the tribulations of cultivation that he had never experienced in the past ten years.
The most outstanding second-generation disciples of Chanism were the twelve Golden Immortals. Unfortunately, in their third generation, the number was much less than twelve.
"Eldest Senior Brother, how many years until the God-Conferment Tribulation?" Huang Tianhua asked softly.
"Three to five years," Yang Jian replied casually. "When we start attacking the Shang, the process will be faster."
Nezha said, "Then let's attack. Why are we dragging it out? Can the Shang army take the initiative to surrender? "
Yang Jian glared at Nezha again. The latter felt like he was about to be kicked away. He hurriedly shut up and did not add on.
"This concerns a lot. It's not just about the strength of the two armies," Yang Jian said seriously. "The hearts of the people, morale, and even luck of the Shang Dynasty, as well as Di Xin's dragon luck, are getting lower by the day. The longer we wait, the smaller the resistance when we set off."
Ji Qianhua took a bite of food and poured wine for Yang Jian. Then, she slowly retreated to Deng Chanyu's side.
Yang Jian continued, "We still have to consider the battle between the two sects. If our progress is too fast and the immortals of Jie School avoid the battle, there will be many variables in the calamity. We also have to consider when they will not be able to help but enter the calamity to fill the vacancy on the God roll."
"Eldest Senior Brother, you're very thoughtful." Lei Zhenzi raised his cup and toasted. "We are all cultivators. Three to five years is not too long. We can get to know many soldiers in the army every day. It's a rare cultivation experience."
Yang Jian scolded jokingly, "Nezha, look at Lei Zhenzi. Can't you be 30% as calm as Lei Zhenzi?"
Nezha rolled his eyes. Lei Zhenzi immediately said that he would not do it.
Wei Hu had already become familiar with the few of them over the past month. He smiled and teased them, causing Nezha's face to turn red. He wanted to argue, but he did not know what to say.
Fortunately, Muzha protected his third brother and helped him out. Otherwise, Nezha would have really competed with Lei Zhenzi on the spot.
Just as they were chatting, Yang Jian suddenly turned to ask Ji Qianhua. He smiled and said, "Inspector-General, what plans do you have for the future?"
"Plans?" Ji Qianhua blinked. "Prime Minister, are you asking what plans I have after the Prime Minister and the generals retreat and return to cultivate?"
Yang Jian smiled and nodded.
"I'm a mortal and a woman. I naturally don't have much ambition," Ji Qianhua said softly. "I only want to manage the residence in the capital for the Prime Minister. I want the Prime Minister to have a place to stay when he comes back to take a look."
Her words were really filled with affection. Her voice was as gentle as water.
Nezha jeered at the side. The junior brothers at the same table looked at Yang Jian with deep meaning in their eyes.
Deng Chanyu said softly, "Prime Minister, do you not allow it?"
"Yes, of course." Yang Jian cupped his hands at Ji Qianhua. "Thank you, Miss Ji."
Ji Qianhua blushed. When she heard Yang Jian call her "Miss", a strange feeling surfaced in her heart. She felt that it was worth it even if this life was like this.
Deng Chanyu could not help but mutter, "She's really useless."
She did not know if she was talking about Yang Jian or the sisters who had died with her.
Yang Jian smiled and changed the topic. Lei Zhenzi also helped to continue the conversation. This matter could be considered over.
It was not that Yang Jian looked down on Ji Qianhua, but Yang Jian felt that this was not a good thing for Ji Qianhua. Ji Qianhua did not have an immortal fate. If the two were to be combined, Yang Jian might just need to go into seclusion to turn her into bones.
Why don't I let Ji Qianhua settle down for a few years and forget Yang Jian? After that, she would have a mortal marriage. She would be able to support her husband and teach her children. She would have many children and grandchildren.
Beautiful things did not have to be grasped in one's hands. That was a principle that Yang Jian had understood in his previous life.
"Senior Brother …"
"Report — There's a Shang envoy outside the Yuan Gate requesting an audience. He said that he has important military information!"
A report suddenly sounded from outside the tent. The few people who were drinking immediately stopped, and the laughter at the banquet stopped.
"Just let those two in," Yang Jian replied and continued to invite them to drink and chat. He did not take it seriously.
After a while, soldiers walked outside the tent. An old man and a young man wearing bamboo hats entered the military camp. They were stunned when they saw that there was a banquet.
A deputy general at the side shouted, "Why aren't you kneeling when you see the Prime Minister!?!"
The old man and the young man hurriedly knelt down. The old man took out a wrinkled cloth and shouted with a trembling voice, "Greetings, Prime Minister! I'm the steward of Master Su Hu's residence. I'm here to deliver a letter today! Master intends to join the Zhou Nation. Prime Minister, please reconsider. Don't kill us! "
Yang Jian was also stunned.
Su Hu? Daji's "biological father" is actually taking the initiative to surrender?
What's going on?
"Submit the letter."
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