Mythic version of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 6589: Coming Straight
When it comes to fighting, the Zhen family is terrible, but when it comes to making money, the Zhen family's fighting power is still trustworthy, especially when it comes to cross-border trade, where they need to have the means to find some of their own people. For example, the senators of the Roman Senate mentioned above, the Zhen family can really get along with them.

Zhen Yao thought about it for a moment after hearing what his brother said, then shook his head, "We still have to find a way to take back Midia first. Only by taking back Midia can we put the supplies we have to good use. Otherwise, even if we pass on the message, it will be meaningless."

Zhen Yan looked melancholy upon hearing this and didn't want to talk anymore. Indeed, only if he took back Media would there be meaning in talking about other things. If he couldn't take Media back, no matter how much he did, it would just be a last-ditch struggle.

"Notify Wei, the two Cuis, Zhao, and Guo Liuyin who are next to Mediah, and ask them to help take Mediah down." Zhen Yan was a little depressed, but it was obviously different from his previous self-abandonment. Who wants to die while being able to live? What's more, living can bring pleasure to a life of debauchery, which will be gone if you die.

"It's all we can do for now. I hope everything goes well." Zhen Yao also sighed. There wasn't much the family could do now and they could only pin their hopes on others. This feeling that life and death were not in their control made Zhen Yao somewhat recall the past.

In Xinzhou, Guo Zhao, who had already found a place to set up camp, received the news of the fall of Media one day later than other families around Media. This news had a great impact on Guo Zhao, so much so that he was a little confused. There was nothing he could do. The situation was too outrageous and he didn't know how to describe it.

"Media has fallen, what's going on?" Guo Zhao immediately brought the secret report to her golden entry Palu. There was no other way, she really couldn't tell what was going on, so she could only rely on Haftan. In terms of military, Guo Zhao had now realized the gap between herself and the other side.

Haftan took the secret report. There was no description in it, just a simple and rough report of the fall of Media. However, considering that the intelligence personnel stationed in Media were carefully selected by Guo Zhao, they could only pass on such a small piece of information. This showed that the situation had become critical to a certain extent. They had no idea about the enemy's situation, but the enemy had already entered Media.

"I can't think of any other possibility except to rush in directly with the help of the insiders and the outsiders." Haftan said simply, "After all, we have been to Midya before, and it is not a place that is so easy to capture."

"So what should we do now? Should we lead the backbone members back to Media or stay here? Let me tell you one thing first. Because we are close to Media, there is a certain responsibility to protect Media in the division of powers." Guo Zhao frowned after hearing what Haftan said, and then asked with some thought. Now the three families of Guo Liuyin have entered Xinzhou, which is far away from Media. It will take more than half a month to get there even if they are cavalry. So they have to consider what to do next.

"Let's just send the cavalry." Haftan thought for a moment and said, "You write the documents and certificates, and I'll take some of the cavalry with me. This way the scale won't be too large, and even if we really run into tough opponents, the worst that can happen is we can just run away. Let's finish our duties first."

Guo Zhao nodded when he heard this. If they were still staying in their fiefdom in Central Asia, they would at least send a legion to test the waters. But now they were in New South Wales, and it would take a long time just to get there. However, it was their duty and they had to do their best.

The Zhao family, the closest Han family to the southeast of Media, also received the secret information from the insider at this time. There was no other way. If they didn't prepare more intelligence personnel and ensure light-speed cutting when necessary to sell contraband materials in Media, what would they do if there was a thunderstorm?

As a result, after selling contraband materials for so many years, the Zhao family did not go bankrupt. Instead, the Media Trading City itself went bankrupt, and in an extremely shocking way.

"It was taken down by more than 300,000 refugees?" After reading the intelligence, Zhao Jian immediately called his brothers over and informed Zhao Yan of the overall intelligence. Zhao Yan was stunned after hearing it.

When the Zhao family received the first wave of intelligence, they had already prepared themselves for the enemy to be invincible and the family needed to launch an exile plan and be prepared for the death of their entire generation in battle. But now they are told that the people on the other side are refugees. Damn it, how could a mere Parthian refugees capture Media?

Zhao Yan didn't say this out loud, but his eyes clearly revealed his meaning. Media Trading City was the most solid city in this area, and none of the castles of the Central Asian families could compare with it. And yet, such a strong city was taken down by refugees?
This is not funny. They had previously gathered the Han people under their command and the naturalized Parthian people into Wu Fort. After the second round of locust plague, those Parthian people who had lived in Zhao's territory but had never been naturalized became refugees due to lack of food. They also came in a mighty force to attack Zhao's Wu Fort. At that time, these refugees added up to tens of thousands.

As a result, they were easily defeated by the Zhao family, leaving behind hundreds or thousands of corpses and fleeing. This was just the Zhao family, whose strength was not even the top among all the Han aristocratic families. They were able to easily beat the refugees who had no siege equipment and made them flee in panic, let alone the Zhen family who owned the strong city of Media. In the end, the Zhen family was defeated.

"Our intelligence personnel are absolutely trustworthy. Although the intelligence they pass back is outrageous, they will not do anything rash in this regard." Zhao Jian looked at Zhao Yan very seriously and said. These intelligence personnel are their own death squads. They are there to complete the light-speed cutting when they are caught for selling contraband weapons one day, so the people they arrange are very reliable.

"Is Zhen a pig?" Zhao Yan asked reflexively.

It is totally incomprehensible how Media could be defeated by refugees without siege weapons. This is a triple city. If the outer city couldn't hold out, you could still use the inner city to hold out. But it fell.

"It doesn't matter whether Zhen is a pig or not. Media has fallen anyway, and our opponents are refugees. What I mean is that we should organize people now and go to Media to reap the benefits." Zhao Jian said with a sneer. Zhen had caused such a big disaster this time, and her death was imminent, but this was none of his business. If he, Zhao, didn't seize this opportunity to go to Media to reap the benefits, what was he waiting for?
"We attack Media?" Zhao Yan was stunned and looked at Zhao Jian in disbelief.

"We can't defeat Rome, but we can't defeat the refugees?" Zhao Jian sneered, "Don't worry about the refugees staying in Media. Even if they defend to the death, we have a way to defeat them. Media has stored a large amount of supplies, which are what we need now. In addition, Media has a hidden vault. To be honest, the refugees may not be able to find it now."

"What if these refugees are in disguise?" Zhao Yan frowned as he looked at his obviously radical head of the family. He felt that he was a little too arrogant.

"At most there are bandits from Anxi in there, but we have been keeping an eye on the whereabouts of Raguel and Mosul, so there is no way that top bandit leaders are in there." Zhao Jian waved his hand and said, "Besides, the family's food supply is running low. It will be difficult to survive the third round of locust plague. Now is the time to take a gamble. At least we can get some food by conquering Midya."

"What if something goes wrong?" Zhao Yan frowned as he assessed the danger of the matter.

"I am bringing half of my family's elite troops and a part of the naturalized Parthian young and strong men." Zhao Jian said calmly. When it is time to gamble, you have to gamble. This is what is meant by seeking wealth and honor in danger. As for losing the gamble, he will deal with it later. What's more, if he really loses the gamble, he, as the head of the family, will retreat with a large army and the Parthian young and strong men with heavy losses. This will also reduce the population to a certain extent and reduce the possibility of civil strife.

Zhao Yan was not a fool. He quickly understood Zhao Jian's idea. If he led such a team, if his opponent was the Parthian refugees, he would have a high probability of winning. After all, even the naturalized Parthian young and strong had received military training by the Zhao family. They were stronger than the refugees. What's more, there were still many elite soldiers of the Zhao family. It would not be impossible to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

If the enemy is a bandit like Laguerre, Zhao's backbone leading the young and strong people of Parthia will indeed be unable to defeat them, but they will not be completely without combat effectiveness. They may suffer heavy losses, but as long as they are not sent to fight on purpose, at least they will not be wiped out.

"Isn't this a bit too direct?" Zhao Yan looked at Zhao Jian with some concern. The people who would die most in this way would definitely be the naturalized citizens of Parthia, but the problem is that the other party is not a fool either.

"It's okay. If an unexpected situation really arises, I won't have to come back." Zhao Jian said calmly. In times of food shortage, sending a large number of Parthian naturalized people to die could easily lead to accidents. Once internal strife broke out in Zhao's Wu Fort, the possibility of being conquered would increase significantly. But if a group of people were not sent to die, Zhao's food reserves would really not be enough.

"Our earlier plan was too radical. The number of local population we gathered is indeed too large, and we cannot just abandon them now, so we must think of some other ways." Zhao Jian said calmly. Absorbing a large number of young and strong Parthian generals and assimilating them did greatly strengthen the Zhao family's foundation, allowing them to move quickly and steadily on the road to nation-building. However, under the locust plague, the shortcomings of such behavior were naturally exposed.

"Didn't we report to Chang'an and beg them to transfer grain from Xinzhou?" Zhao Yan asked with a grim face. Although he also realized that his own food was not enough, as long as the grain from Xinzhou was delivered on time, their Zhao family would not have to reach that point.

"You are still so naive." Zhao Jian smiled and said, "Chen Zichuan is indeed kind and he really keeps his promise. He will definitely send food, but we are too far away from Xinzhou and there are too many families passing through. Believe me, even if it can be delivered in the end, it will be late and the quantity will be small."

I don't mean anything else. Zhao Jian is very clear about how cruel those other families who are his allies when nothing happens can be when something really happens. Just because Chen Zichuan is a saint, it doesn't mean that others are also saints.

Zhao Yan's face turned ugly. He opened his mouth to argue, but Zhao Jian just waved his hand and said, "Don't expect a starving person to talk about morality. Guanzi talked about morality, and it also started with having enough food. In my opinion, whatever a starving person does to survive is appropriate. If he does nothing, I admire his morality, but I can't ask everyone to do the same."

Zhao Jian believed that his brothers around him would not deliberately save other people's food, but Zhao Jian believed even more that the beasts around him would not deliberately stop their own people from taking more, so in the end, the Zhao family would definitely be the ones who suffered. This was also why Zhao Jian envied them when he saw the three families of Guo, Liuyin and others running away as soon as they said they would. They were such big trees with deep roots that it would be difficult to move them.

"So I will personally select the troops. If something really goes wrong, I will die there and solve the problem in another way. If things are under control, believe me, our Zhao family may be able to turn things around this time. Media has a lot of supplies." Zhao Jian said with a sneer.

After realizing this, Zhao Jian quickly mobilized his backbone members and the young and strong people who had naturalized in Parthia, organized a team of 20,000 people, opened the basement and moved out a large amount of supplies in front of many people. After swearing an oath, they headed straight for Media.

Many Parthian naturalized citizens whose morale had been unsettled by the rationing system and rumors of impending food shortages quickly calmed down when they saw the treasury opened when Zhao mobilized his army to attack Media. Zhao had not yet run out of ammunition and food and still had enough food.

In fact, where did so much food come from? There was only a thin layer of food in the newly opened basement, and the rest was mostly disguise. Even the food and logistics carried by the 20,000-strong army were not that much, and were only enough to rush to Media.

That's right, Zhao Jian had no intention of coming back. For him, he could either kill the refugees from Media and seize enough food for the Zhao family, or he and most of these people would die there to reduce the burden on his family. As for other options, he had none.

After all, Zhao Jian, a local, knew very well how much food reserves, weapons and equipment, and contraband materials Media had. It was nonsense to expect hundreds of thousands of refugees to use up all the supplies in Media in just a few days. What's more, it was said that the Roman Empire had stored a large number of fast-growing rice seeds there, which could also be regarded as food.

At the same time, Er Cui and Wei also received intelligence reports. Like Zhao, they were also selling contraband goods in Media. As a businessman, Wei was engaged in continuous sales, while Er Cui had no money this year, so he sold some high-end contraband goods to make some money and get some food so that he could survive this year.

Anyway, this was almost the reason, so the assassins who were used to cut at the speed of light managed to hold on until the end and pass the message to them.

After receiving the news, the Wei family was still evaluating whether to send troops. After all, the Caucasus had not suffered from a locust plague, and the two Cuis had already arrived with their elite troops.

Just one word, the author is so miserable,