Translated by: Hypersheep325 Edited by: Michyrr At dawn, there were only a few books on the market, but in a few short moments, the number had increased to several hundred, then one thousand, and it was still increasing at an astonishing rate. Four to six hours later, it was no longer just the capital. Even the prefectures of the Nine Provinces outside the capital were in a frenzy, shaking the entire empire. Even many of the people participating in the demonstrations gave up on the demonstrations upon hearing about this book and began to carefully read it.
Two days, three days … The storm grew fiercer and fiercer, ultimately transforming into a storm that affected the entire Tang Dynasty. "Might makes right", "the weak are prey to the strong", "survival of the fittest", "the law of the jungle", "peace will exist if you seek peace through war, peace will perish if you seek peace through compromise", "those who help themselves will be helped by the heavens", these novel views in the book were unprecedented. While it was refreshing for everyone, it also gave everyone a huge impact on their thinking.
In the history of the Central Plains, there had never been a book like this, one that had so sharply and profoundly exposed the relationships between countries and people. And it had used this naked method to display the laws of survival for the masses. This was a movement to open the minds of the people.
The capital was surging with more and more anti-war and peaceful demonstrations. It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over them, causing many people to calm down.
… …
Longxi, Big Dipper City.
Geshu Han stood on the smoky, war-scarred walls, fully armored, his hands held behind his back as he gazed at the 'Might Makes Right' book that his subordinates had sent from the capital as quickly as possible. He stroked his beard and laughed, his entire person exhilarated. In Geshu Han's hands, this tiny book was a supreme treasure.
"Hahaha, a good book, a good book! Wang Chong, kid, this general truly didn't misjudge you! A thousand memorials and ten thousand remonstrations can't compare to a book of tens of thousands of words. The ancients said that a silver tongue can surpass an army of one million. I didn't believe it before, but now, this general believes it! "
Geshu Han's eyes shone with a strange light, and the gloom that had clouded his brow for days was instantly swept away. Ever since the appearance of the Confucian Sect and its entry into the Imperial Court and suppression of the militarists, this was the best news he had ever heard.
"God bless the Tang dynasty! With you in the Central Plains, the country will continue to prosper and the years will not end! "
Geshu Han's hearty laughter echoed far into the void.
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"Hahaha, good, good, good! Wang Chong! You really are the person I know! I knew that you wouldn't let the people's morale deteriorate to such an extent. "
Meanwhile, in the distant Anxi Protectorate headquarters, Gao Xianzhi was looking at the copy of 'Might Makes Right' that had been delivered day and night from the capital, his entire being bursting with excitement. "When it rains, it pours." This was the current Tang dynasty, and it was also the feeling in Gao Xianzhi's heart. In just a short period of time, the entire Tang dynasty had collapsed. Too many things had happened.
? In the face of such a situation, even an important minister of the empire like Gao Xianzhi felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Martial power was not omnipotent. There were some places that not even martial power could reach.
"Commanders can't leave their encampment without permission." Just this point alone made Gao Xianzhi powerless. There was nothing he could do.
… …
"This brat, he really dares to say anything!"
In the distant Beiting Protectorate headquarters, An Sishun muttered to himself as he read the news in his hand and the book 'Might Makes Right' on the table.
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"This brat truly has guts!"
In the distant lands of Youzhou, Zhang Shougui finished reading the news in his hand and sneered. With a wave of his sleeve, he immediately left.
That brat from the capital had truly surprised him, but Zhang Shougui's mind was currently elsewhere.
"Have you found the tracks of those two traitors?"
"Milord, we've already found them. They're in the territory of the Xi and the Khitans!"
… …
Whoosh!
While Wang Chong's' Might Makes Right 'was being wantonly printed in the Tang dynasty and spread throughout the continent, countless carrier pigeons were also flying to the countries bordering the Tang dynasty.
More than four thousand meters above sea level, in the royal capital, in the heart of the Ouzan Plateau, Dalon Trinling's brow was tightly furrowed, his body motionless. Next to his hand were two items. One was the intelligence report from the Tang dynasty's capital, and the other was Wang Chong's book 'Might Makes Right'. This book had been delivered to him for a very long time, and from the moment he had received it, Dalon Trinling had remained motionless, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
"Prime Minister, the Tang dynasty has the Confucian Sect restraining the militarists. This should have been an extremely rare opportunity for us, but now that the King of Foreign Lands has written this book, it's extremely disadvantageous to us!"
Great General Namri Songtian of the Ouzan Yarlung Royal Lineage stood behind Dalon Trinling, his expression fraught with worry. The Tang dynasty was the undisputed center of the world. The slightest disturbance in the wind would quickly spread to the surrounding countries, and even the ordinary resolutions of the Imperial Court would be spread to the other countries as quickly as possible, let alone such a major event.
"Prime Minister, if the King of Foreign Lands really does succeed, it'll be extremely disadvantageous to us. Not only will our plan to use the Confucian Sect to suppress the Tang dynasty's army fail, once the entire Tang dynasty, perhaps even the entire Central Plains, is transformed from sheep into tigers and wolves, as described in his book, it will be a true threat to us!"
Namri Songtian said.
Ouzan and the Tang dynasty had been embroiled in grudges for centuries, with both victories and defeats. To Namri Songtian, this was a normal phenomenon. In a few decades, no matter how badly it was defeated, Ouzan would be able to recover. As long as he could wait, the humiliation and crushing defeat that Ouzan felt at the hands of the Tang dynasty would be returned a hundredfold to the Tang dynasty. But this book … was completely different!
Given the enormous influence that Wang Chong had on the Tang dynasty, if he really did succeed, the entire Tang dynasty would accept his ideals and become a country of tigers and wolves. That would truly be the end of Ouzan.
"How is this matter affecting the Tang dynasty?"
Dalon Trinling suddenly asked.
"Everyone is rushing to buy it, and paper is expensive in Luoyang!"
Namri Songtian only said a few words. The influence of Wang Chong's book was far greater than he had expected, which was why he was deeply concerned.
"This matter has already happened, and nothing we can do can change it. We can only think of a way to minimize the impact of this matter."
Dalon Trinling's expression was calm, but there was a rare ripple of emotion in the depths of his eyes. Although he had not yet met Wang Chong, in this first exchange, Dalon Trinling had already sensed the threat that the Tang dynasty's King of Foreign Lands posed. There was no question that this was an extremely powerful opponent.
"… Inform our people in the Central Plains to do everything in their power to buy this book, no matter the price. Completely destroying this book is impossible, but we can make it so that as few people as possible see it. In addition, inform Li Junxian that the King of Foreign Lands' actions make us feel very uneasy. This is not the behavior of a peaceful country. Have the Confucian Sect think of a way to resolve this matter. "
Dalon Trinling said.
The King of Foreign Lands was no easy character to deal with. The only way to deal with him was to drive the tiger to devour the wolf.
… …
Flapflap! Eagles flew off in every direction. On the distant Mount Sanmi, the title of 'Might Makes Right' was just a few words, but it was enough to cause an earthquake on Mount Sanmi.
"Bastard, how could something like this happen!"
With a furious roar like that of a lion, there was a loud crash from the golden tent on the summit. Countless objects, including tables and chairs, were sent flying by Ishbara Khagan's sweep.
Within the tent, Ishbara Khagan's eyes were wide open, his chest heaving. In the Battle of Talas, the Tang Dynasty had used its one hundred thousand soldiers to defeat an opponent ten times its size. In the Battle of Khorasan, the Arabs had suffered countless casualties, more than one million in total. Even an Arab War God like Qutaybah had died at Wang Chong's hand.
Ishbara Khagan had always believed that the Western Turkic Khaganate was extremely powerful, but it had not reached the level of the Arabian Empire. If not even Arabia was a match for the Tang Dynasty, who else in the region could oppose the Tang Dynasty?
It was precisely this series of battles that shattered Ishbara Khagan's confidence, making him apprehensive of the Tang Dynasty and the King of Foreign Lands. No, it was no longer just apprehension. From a certain perspective, it was fear. Ishbara Khagan's fear had played a major role in allowing the Western Turkic Khaganate to so quickly agree to reduce its army.
"Just what is that Confucian Sect of the Tang Dynasty doing! Do they know what will happen if this book is completely spread through the Tang Dynasty and everyone accepts its ideas?! "
Ishbara Khagan found it impossible to remain calm. This book gave him a feeling that it was even more terrifying than an army of one million. No one understood the terror of this book more than he did. It was a true scourge.
Whether it was the Western Turkic Khaganate or the Eastern Turkic Khaganate, they had been able to suppress the dynasties of the Central Plains, which had ten times their population, for most of their history. Whether it was the Tang or the Sui, they had been forced to passively defend against their attacks time and time again. This was because the Turks were wolves while the Tang Dynasty was sheep, or rather, a Confucian.
To use the words of an expert of the steppe, the Confucian was cowardice.
Wolves eating sheep was a matter of course, but if the Tang people of the Central Plains accepted the ideas of the King of Foreign Lands, accepted the ideas of this book, then the Western Turks would no longer have to face a sheep, but a wolf as fierce as themselves, perhaps even more terrifying!
This was what Ishbara Khagan deeply feared.
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